A flying vessel with distinct Ghost Race features lay in wreckage in the bizarre mist. The bodies of dozens of Ghost Race warriors were scattered around it, their flesh and blood gruesomely devoured.0

Hovering over Dong Tianze's head was a slender sword radiating a crimson glow. This sword exuded a murderous aura as deep as the sea, a perfect match for Dong Tianze's temperament.0

Even with the endless bizarre mist and the boundary walls of two worlds separating them, Pang Jian, gazing through the bronze pendant, could not help but feel the sword had been made for Dong Tianze.0

Dong Tianze stood tall and lean, his spine straight as if trying to embody the Bloodthirsty Sword.0

This was the first thing Pang Jian saw through the bronze pendant.0

A flicker...0