The whale snorted, and at the same time, the tattoos on its fists glowed intensely. With a thought, Yin and Yang merged. In another moment, its divine souls returned to their primordial state, reaching Wuji.
"Corin, get ready."
The whale said, as all the invincible spatial laws converged towards the group.
Alm and Bruno sighed in sync. Where were they? In a devastated battlefield where cultivators of incredible levels had died. How many had perished here over the years? And how many had died just in the last hour?
The whale made a gesture, and immediately the ground vibrated. At the same moment, all the land in a vast area turned black and pulsed with a macabre energy; it was the purest form of Death's Yin.
This energy rose from the ground and enveloped the group in a sphere. At the same moment, explosive sounds echoed like thunder in everyone's ears.
