Wang Zhan ignored Old Mao's words, always adhering to one principle: fortune favors the brave.
This was a law that had never changed since time immemorial.
With this thought, Wang Zhan's speed significantly quickened, and he pressed on in the designated direction.
No matter how long he walked, Wang Zhan seemed unable to find the end, as though this path was truly endless.
The surrounding scenery was perpetually duplicated. If not for the varying heights and sizes of the trees, he might even have suspected he was walking in circles.
"BOOM!"
Suddenly, a violent tremor ran through the ground beneath Wang Zhan's feet.
This sensation is...
Wang Zhan's face turned grave. He swiftly retreated a few steps, on full alert. He had only heard some information about the Land of Death from Old Mao, but whether this information was true, even he couldn't be certain.
"BANG!"
Following that, a thunderous clap fell from the sky, splitting the air right in front of Wang Zhan.
