In the depths of a colossal lake formed by fiery lava, stands an enormous palace.
At this moment.
Inside the palace, Rong Yang sits upon the throne, coldly gazing at the fiery mirror before him. Within the mirror, the ghost carriage rapidly streaks across the sky and finally vanishes.
After watching, Rong Yang remained silent, and with a wave of his hand, he erased the flaming mirror.
"This bunch is truly obstinate; even after a direct warning from the king, they dare to continue further inside. It's nothing but courting death!" A Ghost Race member, surrounded by pink poisonous flames, couldn't help but shriek with laughter.
Just then, Rong Yang coldly glanced at him, and the laughter abruptly stopped. The Ghost Race member hurriedly lowered his head, not daring to make another sound.
Only then did Rong Yang withdraw his gaze and write a letter in the air, turning to another Ghost Race member and saying: "Take this letter to the Infinite Desert to see Meng Hall Master!"
