The ground had been dyed completely white by the blanket of snow and frost.
However.
A winding dark river had manifested and was slowly spreading over the snow-white ground.
Standing on opposite sides of the river, the glowing cloaked skeleton and Gu Qing Shan were both continuously summoning the dead.
[Death God, you've left it alone for far too long, the current River of Death no longer belongs to you]
Under the gigantic black wall, the glowing cloaked skeleton laughed in a harrowing voice.
The axe in its hand had turned into a scepter of bones that gave off black fog, rapidly spreading over the dark river.
[Rise, king of giants, regardless of life or death, the Apocalypse requires your allegiance!]
The glowing cloaked skeleton quickly recited.
Doong! Doong! Doong!
