The acrid stench of blood mixed with a foul smell rushed into Xiao Mu's nostrils, thick blood spreading beneath his feet.
Xiao Mu looked down to find that from the viscous blood, numerous grotesque hands that were as dark as snakes and bore sharp claws, were stretched out, grabbing onto his calves.
His movements were suddenly restrained, a chill spreading from his calves up to his upper body.
"Human, you're in the Underworld, kneel!"
An angry voice surged forward, a towering figure emerging from the black mist.
This figure was exceptionally robust, with the head of an ox and the face of a horse, holding a terrifying black chain in his hand. The chain was made of countless rings; the end of the chain was a black spike over a meter long.
The Ox-head and Horse-face held the chain and spike, looking down on Xiao Mu lifelessly from above.
The chilling majesty emanating from his body quickly froze the surrounding air.
