The boundless wilderness was suffused with dense black mist.

Wave after wave of sharp and ear piercing savage cries frequently resounded from within the black mist. It was the roars of the Corrupted Spirits, and it sounded like the howls of devil and was extremely terrifying.

Chen Xi held the Talisman Armament in one hand while he held Tie Yunping’s hand with the other, and he moved through the black mist and amidst the Corrupted Spirits like a soundless ray of light.

They travelled all the way east, and they slaughtered all along their way.

Everywhere they passed, the corpses of Corrupted Spirits crashed successively to the ground before transforming into powder. They could be said to be sweeping through all obstacles as if they were sweeping through dried leaves.

However, all along the way, Chen Xi’s expression gradually became solemn, and as his eyes opened and closed, they were filled with vigilance and flowed with cold light.

They’d already entered the area 15,000km away that Guan Hongyu had spoke of, and they’d entered into the Avīci Hellsword’s territory.

This expanse of territory was covered by a layer of ghastly killing intent that was seemingly material, and it was oppressive to the heart and soul.

The number of Corrupted Spirits here started to decline sharply as well, and they directly became scarce and almost impossible to find.

The heavens and the earth were...