At the very bottom of the abyss, the ground was thick black oil, like congealed death.
The battle had already ended. The ground lay empty and silent, with only a figure standing quietly, their legs below the knees fused into the black, viscous filth. It calmly raised its ordinary-looking face to gaze upward. Blinding Divine Light filled hell, somewhat glaring. Dragons, phoenixes, and all manner of divine and ferocious beasts radiated overwhelming pressure, while the heavenly army's great formation covered every blind spot around the perimeter. Countless immortals looked down coldly.
All the Hellish Evil Ghosts had been wiped out. Even the black oil beneath their feet had been scorched by Divine Light.
The dragons, phoenixes, and Ancient Desolate Beasts encircled the strange figure in the air, observing what sort of thing this scourge was that had incited the Primordial living beings to fight among themselves.
Its appearance was utterly ordinary. It possessed neither the bearing of a Ghost Emperor nor the wickedness of a Demon King. The strange Black Filth on the ground writhed and flowed over its legs, making it impossible to tell whether it was dissolving within it or drawing upon the Black Filth to survive.
The thick black oil emitted a foul aura that disgusted the divine and ferocious beasts, and they were deeply unwilling to touch the ground.
Facing the surging killing intent, the strange man's emotions were as still as a stagnant pool. It turned a blind eye to the hatred of the ancient beings and waited silently without uttering a word.
Only when several quasi-Saints appeared did its expression change slightly.
The monkey, Gan Wu, and the others were likewise unwilling to land.
The black substance at the deepest reaches of the Hell Abyss was sedimented Primordial filth, accumulated resentments, gloom, evil, and