"Whoosh!"
The air in the death realm was anything but fresh, carrying a faint stench of decay.
Then...
Fang Heng looked around.
The entire death realm was shrouded in a thin layer of white fog.
This fog obscured visibility and significantly hindered perception.
Noticing something, Fang Heng frowned and flipped his wrist, summoning the great holy sword into his palm.
Whoosh!!!
With a powerful swing, he sent the great holy sword forward.
"Buzz...!"
A golden wave of energy spread out, pushing through the thick fog.
"Bang! Bang bang!!!"
The white fog erupted with explosive sounds.
Vengeful spirits!
Numerous vengeful spirits drifted in the dense mist.
His initial strike had only dealt with a small portion of them.
Stimulated by the holy ripple, even more vengeful spirits surged from the fog, drawn toward Fang Heng.
