Everything around him seemed to have ceased to concern Lin Feng. In the mural, the description of this Dog Rong gate had been simple: the gate opened, and it was as though an invisible maw had taken a bite out of King Mu of Zhou's army. The men vanished.
Now that Lin Feng had encountered this gate himself, he finally understood what had happened back then.
A vast number of Western Zhou troops had entered another space and disappeared.
Even someone like King Mu of Zhou, who clearly possessed supernatural arts, had been unable to bring them back.
They had entered the space beyond the gate.
It was a place without time.
Without space.
There was nothing there. Even this darkness was merely a form of expression that arose because "it" had appeared in this world. Only those who ventured inside could see that darkness.
This gate did indeed separate one space from another. One was the Yang World, with distinctions of time and space; the other was simply the depths of the Underworld.
Its appearance in the Yang World now was also an opportunity!
Because it had manifested "existence," it could be sensed, discovered, and resisted!
And Lin Feng was not without resources! After going through three games, he was no longer someone who could only watch the heavyweights fight.
He could join the fray himself.
Bloodlight appeared between Lin Feng's brows. The Yellow River Stone Man's eyes opened, seeing through the darkness and revealing the soldiers ahead.
These soldiers stood right in front of him.
They still held the postures of men charging forward.
Lin Feng even saw chariots frozen among them.
The men riding them were probably generals.
Unfortunately, they were all motionless.
All these things were frozen in the space before him. Farther away lay a