"Youngster, prepare to die!"
In Dead Spirit City, endless death energy surged tumultuously, as King Yintian, driven mad by incandescent rage, swooped down from the sky.
BOOM—
It was a pale bone saber, constructed piece by piece like vertebrae, with ancient and mysterious runes etched upon it. This saber was crafted from bones ground from the bed of the Ming River. Inscribed with the soul-binding script of the ancient underworld, it was a saber of utmost yin and evil, savage and ruthless to the extreme!
One slash down, and layers upon layers of the intention of death and oblivion constructed a deathly mansion in the void, imprisoning countless souls. With an enraged strike, King Yintian aimed not only to destroy Wei Wujie's flesh. He also sought to ensnare his soul, subjecting it to eternal, unending torment!
