The Scene Beneath the Abyss

In the utterly silent Dark World.

A wooden pillar reaching into the heavens stood in the Abyss, its bottom nowhere in sight.

At the top of the pillar, a giant stone mill sat firmly in place. With no one pushing it, it turned on its own, grinding and breaking down streams of blue liquid that gathered in the stone trough and flowed into a small creek.

Those liquids also attracted countless Vicious Ghosts of unknown origin, which sucked at them.

However.

At this moment, after devouring another Vicious Ghost that had dared to provoke them, the ghosts turned their hungry gazes toward Zhu Zhongwen.

Their bean-sized eyes were filled with greedy desire.

At this moment, Zhu Zhongwen, who had almost completely lost his strength, was left with nothing but a profound sense of helplessness. In his current situation, he could basically find no way to solve the problem.

He had never expected that, after racking his brains to jump down from the millstone, he would only manage to cling to life for less than half an hour.

There was no hope left.

Yet he still refused to simply wait for death.

Facing the situation before him, he glanced at the boundless void behind him, gritted his teeth, and prepared to jump down.

A row of thick nails was driven into the wooden pillar reaching into the heavens.

If he could judge the distance properly, he might be able to grab those nails and prolong his life once more.

Although he was extremely weak now and would most likely fall straight to his death.

But.

A one-in-ten-thousand chance was still better than certain death!

Thirty years of life in the Supernatural World had ensured that the word "give up" had never existed in his dictionary.

At this moment.

The ghosts had