Black mist pervades.
Devouring heavens and earth.
The once grand city, home to millions, is now utterly silent, countless corpses drained of their Essence Blood, stacked into a Corpse Pile in the city's center.
Atop the Corpse Pile.
Lies a throne forged from bones.
A majestic yet bizarre figure sits on the throne, emanating a chilling aura, the corpses within the Corpse Pile twist in grotesque ways, shocking all who witness.
If a strong member of the Qin Family were here, they would recognize the figure seated upon the throne of bones as the Deceitful Heavenly Emperor they have been desperately seeking.
At this moment.
A powerful presence approaches from outside the city, followed by overwhelming power tearing through the black mist, exposing the Corpse Pile formed by millions of souls to the air.
"Vile creature, dare to slaughter millions from the Human Clan to form a Corpse Pile? Today, I will act on behalf of the heavens and slay you, Evil Spirit!"
