"Where is this place?" Bibi Dong looked at the horrifying skeletons, her eyes filled with shock.
Murong Huai was comparatively calm. After all, he had been to the inheritance grounds of the Nine Great Dragon Kings. Though this scene was terrifying and shocking, it still paled in comparison to the Dragon Fall Secret Realm.
Just then, the black crystal at the center of the altar suddenly began to glow and slowly floated into the air. Thick black mist seeped from the cracks on its surface. As the mist churned, an ancient, cold, utterly emotionless voice suddenly rang out, as though it had come from the abyss of the underworld:
"Inheritor, thou hast come. I have waited a long time!"
Hearing that voice, Murong Huai and Bibi Dong were both startled. Then, the black crystal suddenly erupted with blinding gray light, and a tall figure slowly emerged from within the halo. It was a Death God clad in a pitch-black cloak. Beneath its hood, only two points of ghostly green flame flickered where its face should have been. Its withered right hand held the phantom of a massive sickle, sharing the same origin as the one in Bibi Dong's hand. A chilling gleam capable of freezing souls flowed along its blade.
Black mist churned around its body. Wherever it passed, the ghostly blue flames on the altar dimmed in unison, while the skeletal runes on the rock walls let out pained shrieks. The patterns formed of bones beneath its feet began to wriggle madly, as if trying to break free from the stone and pounce upon the living. The aura of death in the air was so dense it nearly solidified.
It glanced at the two of them before its gaze settled on Bibi Dong. Then it raised a hand and