Drip, drip, drip...
The scorching shockwave from the explosion collided with the frost continuously spreading from between the white bones, ultimately canceling each other out into droplets falling through the air.
No one had expected Tang Lin to die before their very eyes.
They had clearly been so close to escaping, yet the true danger had been lurking behind them all along.
"Cackle, cackle, cackle..."
The Lord of Necromancy and Shadows' laughter sounded like countless limbs and joints grinding together, sending a chilling coldness up from the depths of their hearts.
It casually flicked its hand, scattering the ashes in its palm into the wind, where they vanished between heaven and earth.
"Tang Lin!!"
Fang Qingyang stopped mid-charge and stared blankly at the young man who had just been telling him that one day, he would lead people into the Abyss. He had not expected him to die so suddenly, without even leaving behind an intact corpse.
Tang Lin had been reckless by nature. He even dared to openly argue against Guo Chongguang, but he had never been calculating. He never hid his emotions, and even when he caused trouble, he would never stab someone in the back.
In an era like this, such a temperament was already incredibly rare.
Zhao Jingyi set Chen Qi down from his back. Hair grew across his body, and his frame swelled faintly as he prepared to fight to the death.
On one side stood an Epic Lord at full strength. On the other were the last few people from the Great Wall Defense Line, their strength long exhausted, still standing only through sheer willpower.
The outcome seemed beyond doubt.
"Cackle, cackle, cackle..."
Uken, the Lord of Necromancy and Shadows, lowered its head and stared at the tiny humans before it, extending a massive