"This is hell. It's perfectly normal for lingering souls to remain here."
Lin Qiye and the other two did not hesitate for long before entering one of the narrow fissures in the mountains.
Behind them, beneath the sky over the wasteland, countless demons circled low. Some of them flew over the sprawling valleys in the direction Lin Qiye and the others had gone, spreading out to search.
After personally watching two demons fly over the fissure above their heads, Lin Qiye continued forward sideways along the mountain wall, his brows slightly furrowed.
He had not expected these demons to be so persistent. They had clearly lost their trail, yet they were still circling the area in a carpet search. Fortunately, the mountain fissures here were extremely narrow, and the uneven rock walls on both sides made it difficult to spot the three of them from above.
Dim light spilled down from the dark crimson sky. Blocked by layer upon layer of rock walls, it was nearly pitch-black by the time it reached the bottom of the fissure. Other than feeling along the walls with their hands to determine their direction, they could barely make out the path ahead with their eyes.
Relying on his Mental Power, Lin Qiye led the way. Jiang Er's ghostly form floated in the air, while An Qingyu brought up the rear.
"Have you noticed that the terrain here seems to keep sloping downward?"
After they had traveled soundlessly through the darkness for a long time, An Qingyu suddenly spoke.
"That's right." Lin Qiye nodded. "I noticed it earlier when I was flying through the sky on a cloud. Hell's terrain isn't flat—it's like a slope that gradually inclines downward..."
"Ever since we entered this fissure, we've been heading downhill. Compared to when we first arrived,