Chapter 869 Spearhead Fly Head_1

A dark river whose origins and destinations were unknown wound across the land, bordered not by soil and rock, but by corpses on either side.

These corpses included humans, animals, birds, and even dragons and various other large beasts.

The corpses, piled up like mountains, formed riverbanks, and in the dark waters rolled skulls. This world was filled with endless death, seemingly without a glimmer of light or a hint of hope.

Past this river filled with endless death, and beyond a mountain made of corpses, one could glimpse a grand palisade of skeletons. Atop the near-hollow cliffs stood a dark palace.

At the palace entrance, there were two black skeletons holding golden spears, standing upright like loyal guards, with ghostly fires blazing in their eye sockets.

Behind the palace was a massive garden with blood-red and ink-black flowers blooming eerily. At this moment, a little girl sat to one side, occasionally plucking a flower before crushing it in her hands, clearly bored.