Doom of the Undead

The sky seemed to be filled with dust and clouds. There was gray mist that blocked any light. It was like a dark night without stars or the moon. If an ordinary person were here, they wouldn't even see their own fingers.

The air was brimming with the power of death. On the continent that was absolutely flat, many ghosts were unconsciously wandering and fighting. The victorious ghosts would swallow the soul fire of the losers. That was the fastest way for them to level up.

If those tireless ghosts hadn't been constantly doing that, the planes of the undead would've exploded after they had been filled up.

There were a lot of skeletons in the distance and undead creatures wandering behind. Lin Yun dropped his disguise. The undead creatures around him all noticed and lunged at him. The ghosts all screamed and charged at him too.