Ghost King Hall.
As the blood-red throne devoured, the hall shed a layer, revealing a mass of exposed bones that tumbled like rain. Scarlet vegetation sprouted from the skulls and remains, thriving and growing madly like moss in the mountains, bursting with vitality.
A blazing swirl of fire rose in the hall, towering more than ten zhang high, forming a whirlwind of flames. Occasionally, pale bony claws stretched out from the fire, like a drowning person desperately struggling, yearning for the life force outside.
The fiery light illuminated a pair of intertwined, blurred shadows, undulating like waves.
