The Zhongli Three Brothers stood rooted to the spot, dumbfounded.
The pitch-black ground of the Undead Demiplane brimmed with a dense aura of death, while its purple-black sun radiated an eerie light.
This was a forbidden zone for life, yet a cultivation paradise that Evil Soul Masters dreamed of. At this moment, however, the Zhongli Three Brothers felt chilled to the bone.
They instinctively huddled together and turned their trembling gazes toward Huo Yuhao.
Zhongli Tian's breathing grew increasingly ragged. "Holy Son, you..."
Huo Yuhao slowly backed away, and behind him, an army of undead appeared, blanketing the hills.
From the lowliest skeletons to ever more powerful liches, death knights, abominations...
Sensing the distinctive aura of the living, the undead army began to stir. Without Huo Yuhao's or Electrolux's aura upon them, any living beings who entered the Undead Demiplane were considered invaders.
The Zhongli Three Brothers looked frantically around, trying to find a way out.
But the Spatial Gate had already closed. Unless they had reached the level of a Super Douluo capable of controlling spatial power and could forcibly break through space to escape, this place was a prison of death.
Clearly, the Zhongli Three Brothers were still far from that level. Despair appeared on all three faces.
"Hey, you three stinking old men! Stop looking around. Since you're here, don't bother leaving. Just stay put and wait to die."
Tian Meng had darted out at some point and stood before the Ice and Snow Empresses, wagging a finger at the Zhongli Three Brothers in provocation.
"You..."
Zhongli Tian coughed heavily, his eyes bloodshot as he glared at Tian Meng.
Tian Meng hurriedly hid behind the Ice Empress and poked half his head out. "Wah... Bingbing, he's at death's door and still snarling at me! Hurry up and