If the True Underworld as a whole was an egg, with the material world outside the shell, then Lingbo Prison was the egg white, and the True Underworld was the yolk.
Only, compared to an ordinary egg—golden-yellow, clear, and fragrant—the True Underworld was like a century egg completely smoked black, steeped in filth, yet never solidified. The deeper one went, the darker it became.
And now, the shell of this century egg had been viciously torn apart.
Lingbo Prison was a total mess, blasted until the earth shook and the mountains trembled.
The barrier of the True Underworld had also been pierced through. Crack after crack linked together, becoming countless fissures like shattered glass.
Boom boom boom boom boom—!!!
The second barrage arrived at once, throwing the True Underworld into utter chaos. Physical shells had pierced the barrier and struck the black mire of the True Underworld head-on, blasting up sprays of mud and waves of blood. The floating faces and severed limbs howled, fled, regenerated—and feared.
"As expected, things got much better once the numbers went up." Shi Tiexin opened his heavenly eye and shaded it with his hand as he observed the situation inside the True Underworld. "Physical shells can also inflict damage within the True Underworld. But rather than the shells themselves being powerful, it's more that, amid those vile 'concepts,' the inherent 'cognition' that tanks and artillery possess powerful destructive force is taking effect."
"That cognition made the shells much more effective, and the effects produced further reinforced that cognition. Add in the shattered barrier and the mutual seepage of rules between inside and outside, and the later bombardment became even more effective than the earlier one."
"Still, while large-scale shelling feels great, the most efficient and cost-effective method is indeed this—"
Shi Tiexin pressed his