Foul winds lashed against their faces.
Black mist hung in a murky haze...
Nearly a hundred hideous, terrifying Netherworld Omen Ghosts displayed wretched forms-rotting corpses, bloody bodies, pus-covered flesh, disheveled heads, and more-that struck fear into anyone who saw them.
At that moment.
They surrounded the tall, thin, browless cultivator who had just spoken, plainly acting under his command.
They watched the Flood Dragon Carriage halt among the clouds for roughly half a quarter-hour.
Then Ding Wei rode a dark wind out of the carriage. With a sharp command, the armored soldiers set out in orderly ranks, guarding Chen Heng within the Flood Dragon Carriage as it slowly headed into the Yellow Mud Sea.
This sight.
Made the tall, thin, browless ghost cultivator's eyelids twitch all the harder, his heart seething with frustration.
That expanse of murky yellow, rank-smelling mud was a famously extraordinary and perilous place in the Earth Abyss.
If anyone entered rashly, without special protective preparations.
Before long, the miasma in the Yellow Mud Sea would bewilder them, disorder their souls, and send them sinking into it.
Moreover, beneath the Yellow Mud Sea slept a Divine Monster named "Huluo."
Its powers were immense, capable of crushing mountains and shattering peaks, and its intelligence was considerable as well. It was far beyond comparison with ordinary, witless Divine Monsters and giant beasts.
If someone made an unusual disturbance upon the Yellow Mud Sea.
One careless mistake.
Could awaken the sleeping "Huluo" and enrage it.
Not only would the tall, thin ghost cultivator certainly die, but every last subordinate under him would also be swallowed as food.
Even if his master, Mountain Pot Elder, came in person.
He would probably meet a swift and clean death too...
The tall, thin ghost cultivator hesitated, a conflicted, troubled look crossing his face.