Having entered deep into the Mobei Abyss, Yang Zhen suddenly heard a series of exclaims around him. He hurriedly looked around, only to be startled himself.
"Damn, what the hell is this place, hell?"
The Mobei Abyss was profoundly deep. All of the people were so intent on entering before the Death Zy returned that they hadn't even noticed how long they'd been descending.
Now that they were inside the Mobei Abyss and could clearly see the surrounding environment, everyone had a chill run down their spines.
The atmosphere was oppressively silent and gloomy. Black fog seemed to endlessly churn and roar in the air, intermittently pierced by purple lightning that flew up and down. The waves of energy were immense, terrifying beyond belief.
It seemed like there was no life around, only dull, dark red stones. It was as if they'd been soaked in fresh blood for ten thousand years, releasing an unbearably putrid smell.