“That’s the previous Dusk River God?” Lu Yun threw Qing Han a disbelieving glance before checking the remains of the corpsefish with his Spectral Eye. “Well, it really is! How did a corpsefish become a god??”

It made no sense whatsoever. Corpsefish were zombie-like creatures born out of fish that were contaminated with human grievances after eating corpses. How could something like that become a god?

Qing Han shook his head, as confused as Lu Yun. “But that is indeed the corpse of a god....”

Grotesque shadows swarmed out of the abyss, advancing on the two. The tortured cries grew louder and more intense, and a pungent smell assaulted their senses. Something big was coming their way.

Heavy breathing sent a shudder down their spines as a mysterious...