Mountains of Corpses and Seas of Blood Pave the Emperor's Path; a Thunderous Finger Flick Subdues a God King

At the edge of the Burial Land, heaven and earth lay shrouded in gloom.

"Whooo!"

Sinister winds howled, sweeping grayish-brown dust across the sky.

It was bone dust weathered from the remains of gods and devils, every grain steeped in resentment and defiance from ages past.

There was no life here, only deathly silence and decay. Cracked tombs littered the earth.

Black corpse water flowed through the gullies, giving off a nauseating stench.

At the far end of their vision, gray mist churned like an enormous wall stretching between heaven and earth.

Amid overlapping roars, it bore down on everyone.

That was no wall. It was—a corpse tide!

Densely packed, endless.

There were human cultivators whose flesh had long rotted away, leaving only white bones. They held broken, rusty swords, ghostly blue flames dancing in their eye sockets.

There were Primordial Ferocious Beasts as massive as mountains. Though their flesh had long peeled away, their ferocious auras were even more terrifying than when they had been alive.

There were even walking dead dressed in ancient garments, some still retaining portions of their living flesh.

Their faces were blank, yet they could wield the Divine Abilities they had possessed in life, strange gray matter coiling around their bodies.

This was an army from hell!

"Is this the Burial Land's first trial? How can it be this terrifying?"

A prince from the Eternal Immortal Domain's Immortal Dynasty stood pale-faced, the hand gripping his war halberd trembling slightly.

The corpse tide blotting out the world before him numbered far beyond a million.

The deathly energy gathered together alone was enough to disperse the protective divine radiance of a True God Realm expert.

"Don't panic! Form up! Charge through!"

"How can we let a pack of dead things stop us if we want the