Near the Throne of the Law of Death, the circulating water was so murky that it was nearly impossible to see beyond a few hundred meters. Even the eyes of cultivators as formidable as Minos and Devdar could not pierce the 350-meter distance between them and the maximum range of their vision.
Lily trembled involuntarily at the crackling aura that pervaded the area. Eerie, ghostly sounds filled the space as if they were trapped inside an invisible magical box—echoing off every corner and returning with ever greater force against them.
She felt as if countless souls were watching, yearning for their daring defiance before the absolute presence of the Throne of the Law of Death.
Minos and Devdar halted, with Lily caught between them. For a moment, they fixed their gaze on the nearly tangible essence that lay within reach—if not for the invisible pressure that held them back.
