The Despair of Celestial Virupaksa

Meanwhile, in the eighteenth level of the damaged fan....

A vast, scorching desert stretched out in all directions, covered by screaming winds that sent dust and grit scraping across jutting rock outcroppings.

Anyone who stood in that desert would be able to sense how barren and desolate it was. Barely visible within the never-ending sandstorm that filled it were numerous skeletons, apparently the remains of countless beings which had died here throughout the years.

It was actually impossible to tell whether the skeletons were indeed people who had been killed here, or whether they had simply been put here. In any case, as soon as Celestial Virūpākṣa entered this level, he felt a sensation of profound danger.

However, that didn't slow him down at all. Instead, it made him feel even more grand and heroic.

"After snagging the position of Top Contender, I can get through each level before anyone else!