All that remained of the two palaces Emperor Haozun had given Wu Qi was a great hall. The rest of the building had been reduced to black dust by the Ten Traps Formation, and the land where the manors and the gardens once stood had been turned to a dead zone. Nothing was growing on the dark, rotten soil, not even a blade of grass. A few crows who had flown over from somewhere were standing on some rocks, cawing noisily.
Inside the great hall, Wu Qi was reclining on a leather cushion placed atop a stone couch. There was a ball of Inferno of Hell floating in front of him, with King Bai Shan's soul was writhing and struggling within while screaming at the top of his lungs. But, his voice traveled only on the soul level, so the terrible screams were completely inaudible to ordinary people's ears.
