Just as He Lianghuai and the others described, every hundred zhang, there would be several well-prepared caves.
In each cave, an aura of powerful strength was faintly discernible.
There was more than one cave within every hundred zhang, but the higher the elevation, the fewer the numbers. At the lowest level where he was, there were hundreds of caves.
There were fewer caves at the two hundred zhang level.
And at three hundred zhang, it was the same - fewer still.
When they reached one thousand zhang, there were only a little over a hundred caves remaining.
Further up, the number of caves kept dwindling, so few that his Lingxi Divine Pupil could no longer see any.
"There are indeed many masters in this Blood Purgatory," Yang Chen muttered to himself.
At times, he couldn't help feeling like a frog at the bottom of a well.