Han Ji and the others took Zhang Xiaohou and Fang Gu to the edge of the barrier, preparing to fight their way through and carve a bloody path for the two of them.
Those left behind suddenly lost their guiding hand.
They looked at the mysterious man in gray and white, then at Zhou Sining, and remained motionless for a long, long time.
"What should we do now? Just wait here?" Mu Nujiao broke the silence.
"Go inside and shelter from the rain. I'll keep watch here," Zhou Sining said to Mu Bai and the others.
"Then I'll stay with you." Mu Nujiao did not even hesitate.
It was only a little rain. As an Advanced Mage, she was hardly affected by it.
"I want some peace and quiet. This place will do." Mu Bai raised an umbrella made of ice.
Since Mu Bai stayed, Zhou Min decided not to leave either.
At least they would have company if they stayed together. Perhaps chatting for a while would lighten the mood.
"Suit yourselves."
Zhou Sining left them to it and walked to the edge, bracing his hands on the slippery railing as he gazed into the distance.
The original Outer City Wall lay in ruins, and dense masses of corpses filled the outer city.
There were the common Corpse Undead and Bone Undead, Ghost Undead flitting through the shadows, and insubstantial Soul Undead.
There were far too many. They formed a surging black tide, charging ferociously toward the inner city wall enclosed by the golden barrier.
Amid that vast black lake stood a black giant that towered between heaven and earth.
Even from such a distance, his imposing presence was terrifying. Zhou Sining was shaken, fear rising from deep within his heart.
That was the Corpse of the Mountain Peak.