On this day, the Swamp of the Dead was destined to be anything but peaceful.
Waves of bombardment overturned dead trees and blew up the swamp. After startling out a bunch of demons and monsters, the culprits of the bombardment quickly fled, and they all fled to the same place: Jiang Yuan, who was waiting in the swamp of the dead.
"The fifteenth demon!"
Jiang Yuan struck out with his palm, and all two hundred marks of the dead were collected into his possession, while He Yiping and the others continued to lure demons and monsters to him.
The Grim Reaper's Hand is not strong at the moment, and the range of the Grim Reaper's chant is extremely limited. Rather than searching aimlessly, it is better to let the demons and monsters come to us on their own.
His purpose was not merely to mark the dead, but also to transcend these spirits and send them into the cycle of reincarnation.
These spirits have been trapped here for over two thousand years, without any chance of reincarnation. His appearance now is the best opportunity for these spirits.
If one could enter the cycle of reincarnation, why would one need to linger in this withered wood and rotten mud, unable to even preserve one's own consciousness? Such survival would undoubtedly be meaningless.
"The fortieth one!"
When Jiang Yuan collected 60,000 marks of the dead, the entire Undead Swamp was in an uproar. The thick, rotten smell lessened, and even the dark clouds that had shrouded the swamp for many years dissipated considerably.
"Look, the sky has cleared up!" Yu Tu exclaimed excitedly, looking up at the sky. This was the first time the sun had appeared since they entered the Undead Swamp.
"It's finally here!"
Jiang Yuan looked into the depths of the swamp and murmured, "Palace Spirit, I'll see if you really have a hiding place!"
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