Wu Heng put away the three corpses before him.
Although the souls of those Association Heads had not remained within these three corpses, under Fear Hell's interference, they had not fled elsewhere to reclaim their Hell-grade power.
Instead, they had entered the Lighthouse.
Therefore, the abandoned Hell-grade power contained within these three bodies was quite abundant. Once properly sorted out, it could rival the materials for a pseudo-Hell-grade item.
As for why, naturally, it was because the root of their power lay in their souls, while their bodies were merely one part of their power storage.
After placing seals on the three bodies, the other seven Association Heads outside saw Fear Hell suddenly expand and immediately became as skittish as startled birds, terrified that the seal would spread again.
Especially since three of them had yet to emerge, with no information sent out—they had simply vanished without a sound.
This undoubtedly made them even more afraid.
The gray-toned Land of Absurdity, paired with the dark-gray Terror Hell, blended together perfectly. Calling it a Bleakscape would not be an exaggeration.
In fact, the seven of them could no longer tell whether the Fear Hell before them was truly a Bleakscape.
Wu Heng did not continue expanding it. What he needed was stability.
Within Hell, Spirit Sacrifice and Night Rain advanced step by step. A one-li Ghost-Welcoming Road was only five hundred steps for them.
Though every step could potentially end in failure, matters had reached this point. In this world, not only were Tower Guardians constantly fighting, even ordinary people struggled at every moment.
The two of them had long grown accustomed to it.
This time was even better. At least they were no longer among those who had to hold up the sky themselves. Wu Heng was above them, bearing