Human, You Have Already Chosen Death!

Ning Rongrong swept past the dense Abyss Creatures and arrived at the Core Area.

"The changes in Wind and Snow Valley are this drastic?" Ning Rongrong's face showed surprise.

At the rift, the howling wind cast the surroundings in a murky gray, giving everything an air of lifeless desolation.

Within dozens of miles around the rift lived a terrifying number of Abyss Creatures.

Powerful Abyss Creatures seemed unable to descend at will, but that did not mean ordinary Abyss Creatures had no way of coming through.

Their auras were tangible. They were definitely their true bodies.

Creatures comparable to Soul Douluo, even those newly entering the rank of Titled Douluo, were so numerous that they rivaled the center of the Star Dou Great Forest.

And beyond the areas occupied by those Soul Douluo and Soul Saints, closer to the rift, even more vast energy fluctuations could faintly be felt.

"Right here."

There were five Abyss Creatures, Abyss Emperors at the Quasi-God Rank of Limit Douluo.

Ning Rongrong did not disturb those Quasi-Gods. She quietly passed their defensive positions and slipped directly into Wind and Snow Valley.

Those minor creatures were merely projections. Even if she killed them, they would simply come over again from the other side. She needed to first confirm the state of the seal.

For instance, when the Abyssal Sage King and the Abyss Mother would be able to descend—that was what mattered most.

Moving with practiced ease, she braced herself against the raging Abyss storm and arrived at the place where the seal had once been.

The enormous fissure was like staring into the Abyss, while the Abyss stared back at her.

It gave one the feeling that it could not be looked at directly.

Ning Rongrong glanced around. The Ten Thousand Year Cold Marrow had