As the day of the undead world's exit opening approached, the undead world entered a state of silence. Everyone was in seclusion.
They used their remaining time to increase their cultivation base to the highest possible level, all to give themselves a greater chance of surviving in the upcoming battle.
There was no longer any time to go searching for opportunities. Their lives were much more important. No matter how good the opportunity was, if you didn't have your life to enjoy it, it was still no use.
Time passed. Within the cultivation world, time was like a constantly flowing river. Three months went by extremely quickly.
Within the depths of the undead world, a huge mountain collapsed. A black-haired man stood on top of the rubble, his terrifying aura constantly soaring into the sky, causing space to constantly quiver.
This black-haired man was holding a worn down spear. But that spear emitted a killing intent like a bloodthirsty fiend.
