Empiricism kills.
In this region named the No-Man's Land by Lu Ming, the rock layers above and beneath were unyieldingly hard—both the Desolate Demon Lord and Bai Zhe had tried, and not only was it challenging to create a large hole in the ground, even digging a grave would take them hours.
So, from the beginning, neither of them felt that the danger would come from beneath…
Yet, the danger indeed came from below.
Whether it was the gigantic three-headed monster that emerged from the ground or the sudden appearance of sinkholes, both caught Bai Zhe and the Desolate Demon Lord off guard.
Boom!
Bai Zhe landed on his feet and stabilized himself. His body quickly straightened and tensed.
Surveying the surroundings and overhead, Bai Zhe realized he had fallen into a hundred-meter deep pit.
"No, it's not a pit, this is…"
For a moment, Bai Zhe could not find a good description.