"Stop standing around. Follow me..."
At that moment, an old Void Refining Stage monster from the True Demon Divine Sect shouted out, then led the disciples who had just disembarked from the flying ship away from the surging crowd in the airport plaza.
They followed a newly opened avenue toward the enormous fortress-like base in the distance.
The avenue was more than ten zhang wide. No one knew what method had been used, but the originally muddy, rotten soil had become as hard and solid as if it had been paved with concrete.
Teams of cultivators marched along the avenue, while all kinds of flying ships blotted out the sky and roared overhead, filling the air with the tense atmosphere before a great battle.
They arrived at the base entrance, where countless cultivators stood in winding, snaking lines, waiting to enter.
Su Fan raised his head and glanced at the towering walls outside the base. He had no idea what building material they were made from, but their surfaces looked pitch-black.
The walls were also densely carved with all kinds of runes, which flashed with the radiance of spiritual energy from time to time.
At this moment, the superiority of Su Fan and the other demonic disciples became apparent. They did not need to queue at all. A small gate had been specially opened beside the main entrance, allowing them to enter the base directly.
Passing through the long tunnel in the city wall, Su Fan followed the flow of people into the base, and the scene before him suddenly opened up.
The inside of the base was practically a different world from the outside. The Netherworld Fierce Land was a Spiritless Land, shrouded in gray everywhere. At night, it became as black as ink, so dark that one could