In the midst of the mist.
An old man with a pale flame hovering above his head stepped out of the Summoning Gate.
He leaned on his magic staff and slowly made his way to Wu Xiaode.
"It was you who rescued us from the hands of the 'Death God,' and now it's time for us to help you," the mage said.
"Thank you all." Wu Xiaode said.
Behind the mage, countless undead, skeletons, and mutated monsters filed out of the gate, each arranging themselves silently in rows, ready for battle.
"But why have you also come to the Death Realm? Have you died as well?" the old mage asked with confusion.
"No, I'm just here to participate in a trial," Wu Xiaode said.
The old mage looked around and nodded slowly, "This indeed is a trial ground, but you must be careful, this place is the most dangerous—threats come not only from demons."
"I know, and I'll avoid the dangers," Wu Xiaode said.