Zhao Fu released a defensive barrier, easily blocking the imposing force of death, then led the others into the Land of Inheritance.
The sky within the inheritance space was gray, and countless white bones lay scattered across the ground. The surroundings were deathly silent, without a single sound. The aura of death permeated everywhere, sending chills down one's spine.
Ahead stood a platform. The stone statue atop it was a gaunt old man dressed in a long robe, holding a scythe and emanating a formidable divine power of death.
Zhao Fu walked forward.
Boom!
A roar rang out as countless gray rays erupted from the stone statue. An immense power of death surged forth, and countless wandering souls appeared all around—men, women, the elderly, children, and beings of different races.
There were so many wandering souls that they formed a dense, innumerable mass. Carrying an immense aura of death, they surged toward Zhao Fu like a tide, their momentum terrifying.
Zhao Fu took out the Ghost-Slaying Sword and poured immense power into it. Countless wisps of ghostly qi billowed from the sword, and one brawny evil ghost after another appeared.
Clang!
Zhao Fu swung his sword, and the countless evil ghosts around him charged fiercely at the innumerable wandering souls with overwhelming momentum and formidable power.
Boom!
A massive explosion rang out as countless evil ghosts collided with the wandering souls and began slaughtering one another. The evil ghosts were clearly stronger; with one claw, they tore several wandering souls apart, and with one bite, they could devour several more.
In the end, the countless wandering souls were dealt with by the evil ghosts. Holding the Ghost-Slaying Sword, Zhao Fu arrived before the stone statue.
Zhao Fu stared at the stone statue before him, feeling somewhat nervous. This was the