In the courtyard, cries of agony rose one after another. Dozens of people clutched their chests, their faces turning blue-black as they collapsed to the ground. Dust smeared their faces,
and their hands.
Gu Tong lay half sprawled on the ground. He barely managed to raise his head toward Huang Tian, his face contorted. "I—I was wrong. Spare me—"
Standing nearby, Dong You spoke at just the right moment. "Answer the question. How do we leave this Dead Realm?"
Despite the pain, a strange look entered Gu Tong's eyes. "No—no one knows how to leave. Someone once tried to cross the gray fog surrounding this place, but the fog is poisonous. Ordinary people die the moment they touch it, so that won't work."
Seeing Ding Xueyi and Dong You frown, he hurriedly added, "There may be one other way, but no one knows whether it works."
"Tell us," Dong You said.
"At the very center of this Dead Realm is a huge square. In the middle of the square stands a church. If you enter it, you might find a way out," Gu Tong replied.
"That simple?" Ding Xueyi asked. "There must be a catch."
"There is. More than a hundred black-robed monsters stand guard over the church," Gu Tong said. "They never attack anyone first, but the moment we set foot in the square, they attack.
"They're strong. Every one of them is at least as powerful as a half-Modified Human, and a few are even on the level of full Modified Humans. No one dares enter the square, let alone make it into the church."
Ding Xueyi understood. With more than a hundred powerful monsters guarding it, ordinary people trapped in the Dead Realm had no hope of getting inside. And it was precisely because so many monsters