New Chapter: King of Wanderers Kong Xuan

At night in hell, the deep blue moon rose. Blackness and ghostly blue intertwined, profound and mysterious.

Across the wilderness, rotten giant beasts trudged with heavy steps, making the ground tremble. Fierce birds filled the sky like dark clouds, carrying baleful energy as they appeared in flocks.

Ever since the blue moon had appeared, Hell's nights had become bloody and terrifying. Wanderers emerged in great numbers, swarming densely through the wilds.

Even outside some small and medium-sized cities, vast numbers of monsters and living creatures gathered. Rotten Beings and the living stretched all the way to the horizon.

Under the night, pairs of ferocious eyes flashed with murderous, cold-blooded light. Beasts howled long, fierce birds struck the heavens, Divine Winged Angels fell into pools of blood... Hell was filled with ghost cries and god howls.

Over the past two or three nights, even the People from True Saint Dojo had retreated into safe zones. Some had even stationed themselves beside the Gates of Hell, ready at any time to return to the Real World through Space-time Vortices.

They were truly afraid. The so-called city ruins and safe zones were no longer secure. Powerful Wanderers broke in at night, abducted individual True Immortals, bit through the throats of two Heavenly Grade Experts, and dragged them into the darkness, leaving long trails of blood across the ground.

Everyone was now asking when reinforcements would arrive. Hell was no longer a place where advance teams could "work." Do not treat pathfinders like blades of grass.

The walls of the Divine City stood as tall as mountain ranges. There were few Wanderers outside the city; a city of such immense scale naturally intimidated the fierce beings of the wilderness.

At the city's center stood the tallest structure—the Stone Pagoda. It seemed to pierce Hell's