Every Heavenly Tomb, no matter where it was, looked the same damn way.
Boundless, chilling Undead-type energy had long since transformed the terrain of this region over the passing years.
At most, compared with northern Beiyuan Province, the bitter cold had simply become scorching heat.
Little else had changed. That boundless Undead energy still shrouded the entire region.
Gloom and chill cast even the sand of this sweltering desert in a pallid light.
From time to time, low-level undead such as skeletons and zombies emerged from the pale desert.
It was truly horrifying.
Yet none of this could affect even Atson beside him, let alone Su Ping.
Almost the instant they appeared, Little Flame beside them killed them with a single fiery breath.
Southern Bright Li Fire was the purest of flames, and its suppression of the undead was absurdly powerful. The purification of its flames was also the best weapon against the eerie nature of such undead.
Of course, after clearing out just a few, Su Ping waved a hand to stop this.
Instead, he had Qianyi take action.
Qianyi's abilities were more unusual. The abilities of the Death Sword Master allowed it to obtain souls through slaughter and turn them into things like Sword Souls and Sword Ghosts. This could not only strengthen its Death Sword Domain but also increase its own power and advance its rank.
For Qianyi, such slaughter-such unrestrained slaughter-was an exceedingly rare opportunity.
Last time, when Su Ping had been ambushed and the little fellow had faced that Bone Dragon, it had failed to incorporate the Bone Dragon among its Sword Souls and make it its Sword Ghost. Qianyi had regretted it countless times.
Now, although these undead were far weaker than that undead creature, no matter what, even the smallest mosquito was still