As Gu Qing Shan found out the truth of the situation.
At the end of the Tomb River.
Where a gigantic tomb rested.
In front of the tomb, three old men hovered in mid-air.
The three Wraith Lords of the Wraith realm!
Around them, people from the Wraith realm knelt all over the ground, possibly over a hundred thousand in number.
Among them, there were some who did not wear Wraith masks.
They were the ancient guardians of this tomb, which the three Wraith Lords had somehow convinced or subdued and turned into their subordinates.
The entire scene was so silent that even the sound of a pin drop could be heard.
They seemed to be waiting for something.
A few moments later.
A man in a Wraith mask descended from the sky, kneeling on one knee in front of the three Wraith Lords, and spoke:
