White Hell.
Utter Hell.
A despairing, maddening, unbearable Hell of despair.
Everyone's attention was wholly captivated by the sound of the boulder hitting the ground; the birds circling above their heads did not capture their concern. But by the time they paid attention to the birds' white bombs, it was already too late.
The purgatory of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood descended from the heavens, and there was no escape for anyone.
But.
If it were just a regular climb or a group of ordinary people, this white purgatory might become an indelible stain in their lives.
However, those on the road now were Immortal Cultivators, each with more or less some unique skills, making it very hard for these mere white bombs to harm them. In an instant, sword glows, fire lights, and bursts of punching wind crisscrossed, forming a dense interception net that stopped all the white purgatory outside.
But soon they realized that something was off.
