The ghastly corpses of Lan Yang Xin Chang and Ye Ying Zhi Huo lay on display, as though they were a demonstration meant to tell Heramel exactly how the previous two had died.
Yet Heramel's reaction was utterly calm. There was not even the slightest ripple in its emotions; it merely dismissed it with a smile.
Ye Tian felt frustrated. Wouldn't this leave a bad impression? Besides, this had not even been his own idea. It was simply the organizers acting willfully.
At a glance, the appearances of Ye Ying Zhi Huo and Lan Yang Xin Chang after death were indeed ugly. The former was still acceptable—nothing more than a missing chunk from his abdomen and his heart having been plucked out.
But Lan Yang Xin Chang's corpse could absolutely be called a scene too horrible to behold. Not only was there no blood left in his body, but his entire body had been reduced to nothing but a skeleton wrapped in a layer of skin.
Even more terrifying, that skin was riddled with damage, while his two eyeballs remained full and intact within those sunken sockets. The sight was enough to make one's scalp tingle.
"We have reached the familiar stage of selecting the location again. This time, the draw is—Purgatory." The host's voice grew notably deeper. When the word "Purgatory" left his mouth, countless people looked at Ye Tian with pity.
Even the host had checked twice before announcing the result. Perhaps something had gone wrong along the way, resulting in such a setting being selected.
"This is pointless. Purgatory was chosen. Even the First Generation Emperor Yan or the First Generation Master Han might not be able to defeat Heramel there, much less this weak challenger."
"There is no reason to stay any longer. The question now