Over the Pale Land and atop the White Bone Sacred Mountain, wisps of black fog drifted.
The fog was much thinner than before, with some earthen-yellow debris sticking to it. It was this black fog that blocked the building javelins from the Goblin legend.
Even so, deep ravines had formed within the Wraith Sacred Mountain.
Such damage was the most it had ever sustained since its birth! The most!
"In my name."
Within the domain, the power of countless Undead swarmed over.
The Well of Death behind began to surge forth.
The Sword of Death Bone was thrust upside down into the summit of the sacred mountain. Resonating and merging together, the land of the Wraith Sacred Mountain appeared in the world, several times larger than its normal state!
Crack—
Within the domain of the mountains, a burdened hum echoed.