In a space of pure white, countless men in white fought to the death. They struck, they were struck, they were wounded, they died. Corpses piled into mountains, and those mountains of flesh formed the rolling terrain here; blood pooled into seas of sin, and those seas of blood painted the color of this place. It was like an endless Asura hellscape, chilling one to the bone.
Amid the boundless slaughter, the defeated turned to dust, and every trace was erased after each round ended. Yet the victors found no release either. The final victor of every battle would be copied millions of times, each copy broadly similar yet subtly different, before the next round of endless slaughter began.
This was a hell with no end in sight.
As one white-clad figure fell, this round of battle produced its final victor.
The victor was a straight-haired man with a Blood Eye between his brows. The man who had fallen opposite him was likewise a straight-haired man with a Blood Eye between his brows. Looking around at the corpses piled on the mountains and soaking in the sea of blood, every one of them was a straight-haired man with a Blood Eye between his brows. In the endless slaughter, this sample line had completely replaced all other sample lines through its superior combat power.
In the blink of an eye, every trace vanished, and the place returned to pure white. The victor quietly waited to be copied and enter the next round of deathmatch.
Just then, a voice descended from above. "The Information Ocean has been disturbed. The target has appeared again."
The Blood-Eyed man's gaze turned cold. "Where?"
The voice from the sky said, "He broke through the Great Interval and entered the middle-layer world from the upper-layer world. The