He Came, He Came, He Really Came!
First Layer of Hell.
The atmosphere, which had just been filled with battle and scorching heat, suddenly became remarkably harmonious.
The eyepatch man and the prisoners crowded around Jun Changxiao. Some pounded his shoulders, some kneaded his back, and others specifically served him tea. Their groveling had reached the utmost extreme.
"Gurgle, gurgle!"
Gousheng tipped back his head and rinsed his mouth with tea, then turned his head and spat it into a bowl. Putting on the air of a big shot, he said, "Is there a way to get to the Second Layer Hell?"
Although he had taken care of the First Layer of Hell, there were still eight layers below. The emperor's road to conquest had only just begun.
"Boss!"
The eyepatch man said, "The hells below are each more terrifying than the last. It would be best if you didn't—"
Seeing Jun Changxiao's gaze gradually turn cold and stern, he hurriedly pointed into the distance and changed his words. "There's a teleportation formation ahead that can lead to the Second Layer!"
"What conditions are required?"
"None. As long as you're willing to enter it, you'll be teleported immediately!"
"That's rather simple."
A smile appeared on Jun Changxiao's face.
"Master."
Tingting, who had transformed into human form, lay weakly on the ground and said, "If one isn't sent directly in by the fortress, anyone who goes down through a Formation will be regarded as having come to challenge the place!"
"If you win, that's one thing."
"But once you lose, you'll be imprisoned forever in the hell you entered."
"That's right!"
To show his absolute submission, the eyepatch man said, "Since the hells were established, very few people have dared to go down voluntarily. Boss, you must think thrice before acting!"