"Hehe, you really are kind." Hearing Hu Liena's words, Lu Yuan smiled faintly and spoke softly.
"This isn't about being kind or not. We've passed the Hell Road, but we can't block the path for those who come after us. That would be far too immoral. Think about it—what if someone, like me, struggled so hard to achieve a hundred consecutive victories, only to discover after entering the Hell Road that the path ahead had been destroyed?"
"They wouldn't be able to get out and could only die in the Hell Road. How tragic would that be? It would be one thing if they lacked the strength to leave the Hell Road, but if they couldn't get out because of us, then that would be our sin."
Hu Liena spoke earnestly.
"When you put it that way, you do have a point. But actually, it doesn't matter if the Hell Road is cut off. It can be restored next time. And even if others come after us, the Hell Road they take might not necessarily be this one. Everyone's trial is different."
"So there's no need to worry about it at all."
"Alright, enough about that. Let's keep going."
Lu Yuan said with a faint smile.
"Mhm." Hu Liena nodded at his words.
The two continued onward.
Lu Yuan maintained a steady pace, neither fast nor slow. After walking for about another hour, the temperature around them had gradually risen to a certain level.
The stench of blood grew increasingly dense, as did the evil aura in the air.
At the same time, a sound like flowing water drifted over from afar.
"Xiao Yuan, are we getting closer and closer to the sea of blood? Although the Hell Road twists and turns, I feel like we've been heading downward the