The arid earth was painted black with dried blood, as far as the eye could see there were severed limbs and a scattering of corpses.
Here are the outskirts of the Crush Skull Tribe's encampment, on the fifth layer of the labyrinth.
At this moment, this remote place far from Hell seemed even more like hell than any place within a thousand miles!
Even—
That excessively bloody scene made even the demons in the Demon City arena involuntarily swallow their saliva, their nerves tensed...
Amidst the rolling sands, a headless warrior in heavy armor knelt on the ground.
The long sword that supported his armor had broken into two pieces, and his plate armor was covered with dents and wounds of various sizes.
Even a Transcendent at the silver level could not withstand the beating from a group of ogres and continuous sneak attacks from goblins wielding slingshots.
Transcendents are also mortals, separated from the gods by the distance of the Nether River.
