The terror of Hell, the terror of the Blood Prison, revealed themselves in all their fullness at this moment. The tainted blood did not corrode quickly; it took roughly a dozen breaths to dissolve a single layer of magical shield. But what drove people to despair was that no matter how powerful the magical shield was—even the divine-spell-level protective barriers these necromancers had activated with several low-grade divine artifacts—it would be completely eroded away in just a dozen breaths.
Hell represented death and despair, but even more so, cruel torment and endless imprisonment. The tainted blood slowly yet relentlessly corroded the necromancers' magical shields. It did not kill them swiftly, but made them clearly feel death closing in step by step.
Several necromancers stepped away from the sacrificial magic formations at their positions. They wanted to soar into the sky and escape this dreadful, hopeless place. But they began wailing hoarsely at the same time. No matter how hard they tried, they were like mosquitoes stuck in glue, utterly unable to rise even half an inch. A few of the necromancers possessed artifact-grade auxiliary magic tools. These flight-assisting divine artifacts had helped them countless times in the past, allowing them to escape death on many occasions.
But today, no matter how they activated those divine artifacts, they remained trapped in the black tainted blood. A few artifacts even accidentally touched the black bloody slurry at the edges. Within a mere dozen breaths, their radiance vanished completely, all their essence devoured by the tainted blood, leaving behind nothing but useless shells.
"No, no, I don't want to die here!" A Yin Family mage at the peak of the low-grade god level let out a shrill cry. He truly did not want to die here. How much had he paid, how much