Right when Kent was pulled into the flag, he appeared in the air in a rather insidious realm reeking of death and decay.
The entire world looks and smells like a rotting corpse.
Dirty smokes, muddy waters, half-shattered mountains, dying trees, and all kinds of stuff that represent death and decay could be seen there.
Large skulls that could as well come from beast gods and all kinds of abominations littered everywhere, making one wonder just where the black flag came from. It is a shit show, and Kent had stepped into it.
However, while he would love to admire the decayed world and make sense of a few things for a few seconds, the perfect trap set by the Temple Master of Annihilation surrounded him in an airtight circle.
Three True Immortals, seven Core Immortals, and nine Spirit Immortals surrounded him, no friendliness in their hollowed gaze.
