Around the deep pit, thick Death Qi and Corpse Qi permeated and intertwined.
It seemed to make the already deep night even denser, with one black vortex after another, like swirls of thick smoke, suspended around the pit.
In front of each black vortex stood a figure in a white robe, wearing a white mask with the blood-red character "Eight" written on it.
All of them were Eight Extremes Corpse God Envoys of the Corpse God Cult!
There were as many as six!
Terror and suppressing might spread and rolled in waves.
"Great Grandmaster?!"
"It can't be the Great Grandmasters...
After a while, a Corpse God Envoy spoke, breaking the silence.
"Great Grandmasters aren't interested in the Mysterious Temple. They're a group obsessed with pushing the physical body to its limits, breaking through the void, ranking among the Rank of Immortals..."
