"Th-the Underworld River! No one beneath the Underworld River lives! Run!"
Yet even now, Fang Yang remained expressionless, watching everything with cold eyes, his face utterly unruffled. His pupils were as deep as an abyss, just like the waters of the Underworld River.
At their level, their minds were exceptionally steadfast. Even the sight of something so uncanny would not leave them utterly at a loss.
An atmosphere of unparalleled terror spread around everyone.
"That's right. I was the one who brought the Underworld River here. I thought you would be a fool, but to think you actually guessed it. You haven't disappointed my high opinion of you."
Sinister winds gusted.
Within the palace, ghostly beings also stood in attendance. They bared their fangs and brandished their claws, their eyes an eerie green as they stared fixedly above the Underworld River, as though looking through it into the real world.
But their Buddhist scriptures were rather less than proper, devoted to serving the Joyful Bodhisattva. Who knew whether they would actually work?
Until... someone suddenly cried out.
"That is also the real reason I said earlier that once the Underworld River appears, there is no escape."
He had not expected this man to emerge now.
But unexpectedly...
"..."
The previously tranquil river suddenly boiled, and hands thrust out of the Underworld River.
Yet he had clearly read numerous ancient texts and records. The Death Forbidden Zone had existed for hundreds of years, and though it had killed many people through uncanny means, it had never truly changed. Why had it appeared so frequently lately?
Fang Yang frowned, the irritation within him growing ever stronger.
Watching all this, Fang Yang easily guessed that the black mist was probably why this man did not fall into the Underworld River or suffer its