Outside the skeleton, under a black tree, Song Changming stood quietly.
"It's not so easy, after all."
The sudden sweep of perception indicated that some demon had sensed something amiss.
If he took a few more steps forward, he might be completely detected.
It seemed that the owner of that perception must be the Tiger King.
"This distance is the limit my body can approach, but..." Song Changming wasn't without options.
With a single thought, a Divine Soul avatar flew out from the Nether Sea.
The divine eyes, bright like searchlights, scrutinized the huge Tiger Race Palace ahead.
He glanced back at his original body before floating forward, his small figure passing directly through the gaps in the skeleton.
The Evil Yin Death Qi within these bones couldn't erode him in the slightest, given his Witch God Soul's strength.
He easily passed through and quickly approached the palace.
