"Are we there already?"
Hu Ma was also a bit surprised and squinted to look ahead.
In the misty distance, a city indeed appeared. Typically, any city seen from afar would seem small, easily encompassed by one's gaze. Yet, looking forward in the underworld, this city sprawled endlessly. Towering palaces layered upon one another, shrouded in mournful, dismal clouds, filled with ceaseless wailing, and battered by rolling, malevolent winds that formed a raging tempest.
The Five Evil Gods were already the most potent source of baleful energy Hu Ma had encountered, aside from the Zhensui Mansion. But if they were tossed in here, they would likely vanish without a trace.
Was this the City of the Dead?
It felt somewhat unreal. This place was reputed to be the most mysterious and perilous, supposedly findable only by members of the Ten Surnames and their close associates. Yet here it was, so easily found by someone like Er Guotou?
