Pine waves surged one after another, and the atmosphere on the mountain was tense. Creatures capable of igniting divine flames had descended, with Netherworld and Immortal Mountain facing each other in opposition.
This was a skeleton, but it was covered with a layer of black skin tightly wrapping its bones, giving it a human form yet possessing a pair of gray wings, exuding a strong aura of death.
Its appearance struck fear in others, and from its skull, a blazing light shone, the light of the soul bursting forth from the eye sockets, appearing ferocious.
However, it had ignited a black divine flame and, in the eyes of some, it could be called a god. From within its body, black Dark Flames gushed forth, pulsating there.
Black mist wrapped around its body, and together with the faint Dark Flames, it appeared extremely eerie, its figure emaciated and blurred, situated within the darkness.
