While Yang Chen was wreaking havoc in the Outer Darkflow Universe, an unsettling silence filled the cosmic interior, where a thick layer of ghost qi swirled around.
A chilling sense of dread pervaded this silent realm, as eerie, mournful wails occasionally broke the silence.
At that moment, a group of Ghost King experts hurried along a path lined with skulls, their faces etched with anxiety, as if rushing to deliver a message of great importance.
Before long, the group of Ghost Kings came to a halt.
They stood in front of a vast cave.
Inside the cave, a skeletal elder holding a skull-headed crutch sat there, expressionless and silent.
An oppressive aura of death radiated from him, making one feel as if they would die instantly if they came too close.
If Yang Chen was here, he would recognize that this was the Law of Death in action.
However, the way this elder wielded the Law of Death was nothing short of extraordinary.
"Greetings, Night Lord Ghost Ancestor."
