Mist swirled around.
Everything was obscured in the silent Death Demon Fog, impossible to see even the slightest detail.
Even the fog itself was completely nonexistent.
Wu Xiaode materialized within the fog, looking around him.
The world of the Shangmo family had been destroyed.
This place had turned into a dark Void.
Siang—
Or rather, the eerie monster.
It darted around in the sky, emitting frantic and dense howling sounds, seemingly still searching for something.
Occasionally, some remnants of worlds would appear in the Void.
Siang, unfazed, stretched out his hand and grabbed.
Those things immediately shattered to dust, never to exist again.
It was still searching for him!
Wu Xiaode took a deep breath, somewhat helpless.
Originally, he could have avoided coming here.
If he had just stayed a little longer in the Netherworld, perhaps an hour, two hours, or even several days,
the monster might not have found him and could have left.
But Arian's father had said,
