The sacrificial ground looked as though it had been built from bones and rock. Large patches of mottled, damp black stains were scattered across the floor, making the abyssal aura here especially dense. Anyone with abyssal resistance below a certain level would find entering this place difficult, let alone fighting. Merely resisting the invasion of the abyssal aura was already a challenge.
That was how the abyss was. Only those with resistance in this area qualified to enter regions where the abyss had spread. Without such resistance, no matter how strong one was, entering meant certain death.
Faint muttering seemed to drift through the sacrificial ground from some unknown place. Sitting in a metal chair, the Abyssal Archbishop Silves stared at the Abyssal Hole ahead. His completely black eyes were calm and cold.
The Abyssal Archbishop rose from the metal chair. The Abyssal Hole that had originally been in front of him suddenly shifted, floating directly above his head.
This confirmed something for Su Xiao. The so-called Abyssal Hole was not actually a tiny hole within this world that led to the abyss. If it were, the surging abyssal energy would expand it into an abyssal passage in minutes. The Abyssal Hole was more like a coordinate—a special coordinate that could occasionally connect to the abyss.
An almost tangible pressure came from ahead. Su Xiao rested one hand on his sword hilt and stared at the Abyssal Archbishop Silves several dozen meters away. The powerful enemy stood over 2.8 meters tall and wore a great robe of black mist. His presence was imposing. His eyes were a solid black, with no distinction between pupils and sclera. His grayish-white skin was tough, and his long, tentacle-like hair drifted without wind. Combined with those black eyes, the pressure he gave off was