Chapitre 1830: Cemetery of the True Gods (2)

Tons of skeletons stacked above each other. They looked to be the scattered remains from different beings and were decomposed into a graveyard of muted ash gray. The wind blew through the gaps of those remains.

Before Ye Qingtang even got closer, she could sense an intense aura of death coming from the insides of the skeleton wall.

She couldn't exactly explain it. The wind wasn't piercingly cold, it felt just right to permeate through her clothes and skin, spreading all over her body.

"Is this… the Cemetery of the True Gods?" Ye Qingtang lifted her head to look at the almost 20-meter-tall wall of skeletons. It was spectacular, blocking the path in front of her.

"Did you see it in your illusion too?" Little White Tiger looked at the wall of skeletons in front and noticed that the dark aura was completely different from the aura exuded by the Undead Clan.

Though it was deadly silent, they could somehow hear countless dead souls wailing.