At the White Ape Martial Arts Hall, on a vast open ground, Huang Tian watched Ding Xueyi, Dong You, and Ding Zhuoyu practice martial arts while silently circulating the blood and qi within his body.
"Hm?"
Suddenly, his expression tightened. His vision blurred, and the next instant, he found himself standing on a street that branched off in every direction.
He looked around. The sky was pitch-black, gray mist shrouded everything, and rows of streetlights cast a dim yellow glow over the road. It was eerily quiet.
"We've entered the Dead Realm again!" Behind Huang Tian, Dong You's face turned pale. "It's happening so often. It's only been about four days since the last time—"
Ding Xueyi looked no better. "Some people only enter the Dead Realm once every month or two. Our luck really is bad. At least we appeared in the same place this time instead of being forced apart. We can watch each other's backs."
Dong You was immensely relieved. If he had not appeared beside Huang Tian, his chances of dying would have been far too high. He had only recently begun learning martial arts and had yet to build a solid foundation. Against a monster in the Dead Realm, he would have been facing nine deaths for every chance of survival.
"It's so quiet here. Everything's dark, and all the shops along the road are locked. We probably can't get in, right?" Dong You looked around. "Master Huang, should we stay here or look around?"
"Keep moving." Huang Tian strode forward without hurry. Dong You and Ding Xueyi followed close behind, each holding a silver handgun. They carried their guns everywhere except into the bath, never letting them out of reach in case they were suddenly dragged into the Dead Realm without a suitable weapon