When Zhao Xuan opened his eyes again, he found that he was no longer in the Hell Slaughter Arena. His head throbbed as if it were splitting apart. His spiritual sense had suffered tremendous damage in the previous clash, and even his vision had become somewhat distorted.
After resting for a while, Zhao Xuan felt the stabbing pain recede. Only then did he slowly open his eyes and look around.
He found himself on a small platform surrounded by sheer rock walls. A faint crimson glow rose from beneath the platform, while above him was an expanse of utter darkness.
He tried looking down from the platform, and his pupils suddenly contracted. Several hundred meters below, a glaring red light churned, illuminating the surroundings.
That red glow resembled bubbling magma, yet it felt strange to Zhao Xuan. A faint scent of blood reached his nose, making it seem more like a pool of blood.
Because his spiritual sense had been utterly depleted in the previous confrontation, Zhao Xuan lacked the strength to investigate further even if he wanted to.
Retracting his gaze, Zhao Xuan saw the other two lying on the platform. The platform was not large, so they were only a few steps away from him.
After glancing at Hu Liena, Zhao Xuan slowly walked over to Tang San and gently patted him. "Xiao San, wake up. Wake up."
Tang San's eyelids trembled before he slowly opened his eyes. His condition was much like Zhao Xuan's. As he opened his eyes, his brows furrowed sharply, as though his head were about to explode.
"Where is this?"
After regaining his senses a while later, Tang San looked around and asked blankly with a frown.
Zhao Xuan glanced at Hu Liena, who seemed to still be unconscious, and curled his lips