Lin Feng had buried Zixiao's body in the Eternal Demon Mountain.
"With green hills as your companion, my friend, may you journey well. Your sister, I will surely take good care of her."
Lin Feng gripped tightly to the jade pendant Zixiao had given him before his death.
He set off on his journey alone, needing to face countless unforeseen crises in order to survive.
But Lin Feng knew he had to persevere.
In the darkness, Dead Spirit Soldiers appeared from time to time, serving as reapers of life within the shadows.
Lin Feng avoided the search of the Army of the Dead Spirit.
Finally, day broke.
Boom, boom, boom...
The earth-shaking sound reverberated, and the ground shook.
The Army of the Dead Spirit regrouped, charging deeper into Eternal Demon Mountain.
Lin Feng hid in the dark, hardly daring to breathe.
This Army of the Dead Spirit was too mysterious and too terrifying, and no one knew their origins.
Clouds of dust rose everywhere.