With a single thought, the Heaven and Earth chessboard shrank swiftly, hovering above the head of Yellow Sword Wine, concealing his breath.
Yellow Sword Wine halted his steps.
Feeling the distinctly twisted aura of the surrounding field, a flicker of brightness flashed in his eyes.
His breath seemed to vanish from between heaven and earth.
The corners of his lips raised slightly in an arc, as if Yellow Sword Wine himself had experienced the services of the Underworld.
Unfortunately, since Yellow Sword Wine had joined the Corpse God Cult and received the Corpse Curse Mark, there was no turning back. It was unlikely he would have a chance to join the Underworld.
With a clench of his five fingers, he grabbed the broken iron sword from his waist. It was the sword given to him by his childhood friend, and also the first sword in his life.
With the grasping of this sword, his life was no longer ordinary.
