Bab 1046: On The Bridge Of Helplessness, The Lord Of The Netherworld!

What greeted Blackie's eyes was a murky yellow river that seemed to be filled with impurities. It was turbid and cold.

It flowed slowly, without the slightest ripple or sound, like a dead river. The river water was filled with a thick aura of death. Even Blackie could clearly feel the boundless coldness and deathly stillness.

Countless filthy water and souls floated on the surface of the river. They struggled in it but could not escape the control of the River of the Dead. It was as if they had fallen into a muddy swamp and were trapped in endless suffering and an insurmountable fate.

On it, there was a dilapidated wooden bridge.

The pier of the bridge was engraved with sinister patterns of ghosts, and it kept struggling.

On both sides of it stood a huge statue of the right, as if it was guarding the souls on the bridge. At the end of it was a tall city tower covered in ancient moss. This was the door to the Underworld…