Chapter 158:

Hearing Richard's familiar voice, Ron nodded silently.

As his vision grew in height, he realized that the surrounding area was full of such dilapidated towering buildings.

These buildings stand silently on the ground like dead black giants, looking particularly desolate and eerie.

In addition to the desolate buildings, he could smell the smell of burning ashes, which filled the air and formed wisps of black smoke that lingered in the area.

'Whew... Whew...'

From time to time, I heard the sound of Richard's huge crow wings flapping.

Ron sensed the remnants of this barren and dead land, and a flash of clarity flashed in his eyes.

'The Land of the Dead... The Cursed Land, it turns out that the origin of the name is this. ’

From the information he had seen and what he had seen and heard now, he vaguely understood that this area should be a naturally occurring place of negative energy.

The ultra-high concentration of negative energy makes it difficult for normal organisms to survive in this area, and because of the erosion and pollution properties of negative energy, all normal creatures who have come to this area die quickly.

Of course, even so, this area is not free of living things, and some strange things that feed on or are bred by negative energy are still parasitic in this area.

It's just that because most of these creatures like to hide in the dark, it seems to have a quiet feeling.

But even so... But isn't this concentration of negative energy too much?'

Ron frowned slightly, sensing the slight pressure from the protective technique on his body, he actually had a faint feeling of suffocation.

It's as if you've been dropped into the deep ocean.

And as Richard gets closer and closer in a certain direction, the feeling of suffocation also intensifies.

This is the feeling that occurs when the concentration of a single energy reaches a certain level.

Ron felt that if the protective technique on his body suddenly disappeared at this time, then he would definitely be eroded and submerged by the negative energy in an instant, and the consequences would be nothing more than two kinds, either madness or death.

Fortunately, though, the protective technique was relatively strong, and even after Richard continued to fly for three or four hours, there was no sign of dissipation.

Five hours later, the complex beneath them had turned to complete black ashes, and on the distant horizon, a huge black scale gradually appeared in the sight of the two men.

The beams of the scales were slightly slanted, and on the upturned end stood a number of creatures of various shapes.

Most of these creatures Ron didn't recognize, but a few of them were the ones Ron had seen at the previous ball.

As the two approached, Richard's huge crow body became smaller and smaller, and a large number of black feathers broke away from behind him and turned into smoke to re-enter his body.

When the last feather disappeared, the two appeared directly on the sloping scale.

Many of the creatures on the scales didn't seem surprised by the arrival of the two, and several of them who seemed to know each other waved at Richard.

Richard smiled and nodded at the others, and then he stood still like the others, as if waiting for something.

Ron, who was stepping on the hard ground, moved his body, which was a little stiff due to the pressure of negative energy for a long time, and swept his eyes around.

Suddenly, his figure froze, and a familiar translucent figure appeared in his sight.