In the palace square, at the fountain –

Looking around, numerous walking corpses flooded one’s line of sight. They stared ‘eagerly’ at the fountain. The mist that should have come out by now didn’t appear at all.

This caused the corpses to become anxious. Their howls constantly reverberated through the square, making the entire area seem like a volcano that would erupt at any moment.

At this time, a cultivator appeared at the edge of the square. He obviously carried some treasure that concealed his aura. Without making a sound, he was no different from a shadow.

Hearing the noise of howling corpses coming from the square, the cultivator stiffened before panic rose in his eyes.

He finally understood why the number of walking corpses had drastically reduced – it was because they had all gathered here. Just what was happening?

After some hesitation, the cultivator dispelled any thought of entering the square. His mission was to search for someone. He shouldn’t take unnecessary risks, otherwise if an incident occurred, just thinking about the consequences of that left his scalp tingling.

As this person turned to leave, loud roars suddenly...