Rain

Above North River Pass's inner-city wall.

Meng Chuan looked down. The city wall was 800 feet tall. Ordinary mortals would suffer from some level of acrophobia when looking down from such heights!

The World Entrance—about a kilometer long and a quarter-kilometer wide—caused killing intent to surge inside Meng Chuan. On the World Entrance's other side was the source of all the pain humans had suffered for the past 800 years. Meng Chuan could smell the foul stench of blood. Many mortal soldiers and Godfiends had perished here. However, even more demons died here!

"How is it?" Zhang Yunhu walked over and looked down. "How does it feel to look down for the first time?"

"It's still alright." Meng Chuan nodded slightly. "Can water be placed on the ground? Or things like chains?"

"What are you getting at?" Zhang Yunhu's heart stirred.