Hell.
Amethyst Continent.
In the blink of an eye.
Half a year had passed.
The demon-like purple moon rose and fell, fell and rose again.
The dim beams of light lit up at intervals.
At times, the passages were empty. At others, figures in tattered clothes stumbled out, their faces filled with terror.
Most of them were Saint Domain experts.
Whenever the passages lit up, the Black Armor soldiers would let out harsh, bone-chilling laughter.
This was Hell.
The Hell of the weak, the playground of the strong.
Lei Wen narrowed his eyes, occasionally studying those soldiers.
Even an ordinary Infernal Realm soldier in the deepest abyss emitted Power Waves comparable to those of a mid-level god.
Very good.
This was very Hell-like.
At last.
When that demon-like purple moon rose for the fifteenth time.
The dim light shone white once more.
The one who emerged from the passage was a middle-aged man dressed in gray.
The aura he gave off was also that of a mid-level god.
"The twenty-first."
He glanced at the black stone tablet in his hand.
Bark grinned, revealing a mouthful of jagged yellow teeth.
"Alright."
"Stop squatting there. Get your asses up!"
Bark fiercely kicked the box beside him, sending up a Saint Domain-level explosive sound from the air.
The Saint Domain experts crouching in the corners, shivering in their ragged clothes, sprang to their feet in panic like startled rabbits.
The upper god sitting atop a massive stone also moved.
He rose and brushed dust that did not exist from his armor.
Then.
His cold gaze swept over the newcomers.
"I am Commander, captain of this group."
Commander's voice was not loud, but it carried an unquestionable authority.
"I know."
"You were all important figures in your original planes, capable of commanding the wind