Taking one step was like entering an entirely different world.
Black clouds pressed down from the sky, and ominous lightning danced wildly within them. The world turned gray and grim, and the stench of Hell assaulted their senses.
A sinister wind howled, carrying countless roars, screams, sobs, and wails. The pain and despair within the sounds pierced straight to their souls, deeply unsettling them.
As far as the eye could see, hard crystals—scarlet as blood and black as ink—covered everything. The entire World had become a black and red Crystal Hell, as if a bizarre blizzard had swept through, freezing all creation in its icy grip.
Zhou Chen raised his hand and looked at the gauge on his wrist. The number displayed was 1024.
As they ventured deeper, the number slowly climbed.
