Survive!
Elsewhere, perhaps no one would have cared about such a thing at all.
But here, even staying alive seemed to be a kind of torment.
Ning Xiaochuan watched the young man in white leave. Although he knew that a god stood before him, he could clearly sense despondency and despair from the young man's retreating back.
For even a god to become so despondent and despairing made Ning Xiaochuan's heart feel heavy.
After all, he did not want to die in such a place for no apparent reason, much less drag Ning Xiner and the others into it.
Glancing over the stone mountain before him, Ning Xiaochuan flew into the distance.
He intended to personally verify what the young man in white had told him.
Three months later.
On the desolate, silent ice plains, a bald monk with a face full of compassion sat there.
Dozens of corpses lay scattered haphazardly around him.
Yet the monk seemed not to see those corpses at all, sitting blankly amid them.
Buzz! The blood ring beneath his feet suddenly gave off a crimson glow once more.
"They're here again. Why are they coming again? Don't come..."
At the sight of the blood ring's glow, the monk leaped up in terror and screamed madly.
But his cries were utterly useless. As the light from the blood ring beneath his feet grew increasingly bright, several figures suddenly appeared around him again.
More than half of those figures were bald, just like the monk.
"Second Senior Brother, Junior Brother... and Little Sister, you're all here. Hahaha, you're all here." His gaze swept over the figures that had appeared out of nowhere, and a crazed look emerged on the monk's face.
Before those figures could even steady themselves, the monk charged at them with a