Published: January 31, 2025
“Wha... how is this possible?” The Prison Dragon Great Emperor showed an expression of disbelief. The Undead Whirlpool was fraught with danger, a forbidden area within the River of the Undead. Even some of the top powerhouses from the Underworld could not walk easily here, yet this turtle from the world of the living could move freely. What on earth was going on?
He felt apprehensive and observed closely, only to find that the Sun God Turtle could swim effortlessly when faced with the Undead Whirlpool, just like a fish in a swift current, completely unaffected by the vortex.
Qin Chen and Mo Li exchanged glances, and their eyes flashed simultaneously.
The Undead Whirlpool was terrifying, and even with their perception, they couldn’t easily discern its patterns. Yet, the Sun God Turtle could navigate freely as if it were an instinct; there was too much to explain about this phenomenon.
After a moment, as if sensing something, Qin Chen and Mo Li suddenly looked down.
They saw that beneath the Undead Whirlpool, in the void, there was a membrane radiating a dark aura. Through that membrane, an extremely vast emptiness was revealed below.
In that void, figures exuding terrifying auras were constantly swimming about, and they were indeed undead beings.
The strength of the aura emanating from these undead was incomparably stronger than those Undead Fish they had encountered before, with some being enormous in size and radiating emperor-level auras.
“Undead, and so many of them? This is a realm of the undead?”
Qin Chen and the others were shocked.
The space before them was immensely vast, towering within the River of the Undead, where an ancient land was established, with numerous peaks and wondrous sights.
Countless undead existed here, cultivating and mingling among each other in groups, painting a grand picture.
Nobody had imagined that deep within the River of the Undead, there was such a kingdom.
This reminded Qin Chen of the nether beasts in the depths of the Dead Sea, where those nether beasts had also established their own kingdoms and realms.
But this was the River of the Undead, after all.
Looking at the densely packed undead before them, Qin Chen felt a chill; some of the undead's auras even reached the level of the Prison Dragon Great Emperor, which was incredibly terrifying.
“Master... that good thing... is at the very core.”
The Sun God Turtle arrived in this kingdom, its little eyes immediately brimming with excitement as it looked below, hurriedly conveying a message to Qin Chen.
Damn!
Qin Chen was momentarily speechless. With so many undead, nearly countless, how could he possibly search for treasures at the core of this undead kingdom? Wasn’t that just asking for death?
“Let’s retreat first.”
Qin Chen's gaze darkened as he said in a low voice. He was not here to treasure hunt but to rescue Mo Li, and it was unnecessary to stir up trouble here.
However, it was already too late.
As soon as Qin Chen and the others entered this kingdom, the undead within had already sensed their presence.
“Outsiders!”
“Outsiders have invaded!”
“Damn outsiders, who have killed us time and again, dare to invade here? Kill them...”
It was like a piece of bloody meat dropped into a crocodile nest; the entire undead kingdom erupted in chaos in an instant.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Countless undead surged toward Qin Chen and the others in an instant. Qin Chen’s face changed, and without any hesitation, he swung his sword forward, the sword light rushing forth, suddenly plunging into the mass of undead, producing a thunderous roar. The overwhelming killing intent transformed into countless sword lights, mercilessly cutting through.
These incoming undead were instantly cut apart, falling and scattering, creating a long gash in the ground.
“Retreat!”
Qin Chen shouted lowly, reminding the Sun God Turtle. The Sun God Turtle obeyed and retreated, but before they could exit, several terrifying auras suddenly transmitted from behind them.
“Outsiders, die!”