The Undead Cradle had fallen into an eerie silence as the terrifying radiance of the Supreme Abyssal Ordeal had completely vanished, leaving behind a battlefield that looked as though it had been ravaged by the wrath of heaven itself.
Countless mountains had collapsed; the earth was covered in enormous craters. Corpse Qi, Death Qi, and the remnants of Abyssal Laws still lingered throughout the ruined battlefield, slowly dispersing into the surroundings.
Yet no one cared about the destruction, as every surviving member of the Corpse Clan was staring toward the heavens.
Their Governor was still there, and his breakthrough had not failed; his aura had not weakened. Instead, it had become incomparably profound. The shackles that had restrained him for countless years had completely shattered.
The terrifying King's Might of an Abyssal King spread across the Undead Cradle, indicating that he had succeeded. The Corpse Governor had truly become an Abyssal King!
