Chapter 132: If You are Well, That's Unbearable

The Ruined Ancient City collapsed, and everyone plummeted towards the abyss.

After a brief darkness, a dim red light gradually lit up below, resembling the blood vessels inside a human body, thick and thin, with a mass of capillaries distributed at the intersection of the main arteries.

Wayne's keen eyesight made out that the red light was in fact the pattern of flowing rivers, moving slowly and emitting a flickering glow.

Hell's version of the Themes River?

Wayne was initially surprised, but panic quickly set in. It wasn't some infernal river of blood, but flowing magma that emitted the red glow.

He was not from a high-quality nation that remained silent in temperatures of six thousand degrees; plunging into it would almost certainly send him back to the arms of the Goddess.

Artley's eyes shone with golden light, and behind him, Holy Light condensed, forming a pair of white wings of light.