The ten association presidents joining forces was also a test for Deep Blue Star.
Originally, only three people from each world would come at this node, because there simply were not enough association presidents to go around. But after they discovered that some association presidents had abandoned three nearly exhausted mining veins, and then sensed unusual power fluctuations in this node passage, the two worlds swiftly mobilized more manpower to provide support.
The association presidents of the two worlds arrived at the outskirts of hell. Before them lay a strange gray region, gray Nightmare Power flowing within it and completely obscuring the scene inside.
A terrifying aura seemed to sweep continuously through that strange space. It even brushed past them across the boundary, sending chills down their spines.
"Everyone, what do you make of this thing? Is it an anomaly, or was it created by those people from Deep Blue Star?" an elderly Zombie in robes asked.
"It doesn't seem like an anomaly. It lacks that inhuman, deathly stillness of anomalies. Instead, it carries the terror of life's end!"
One of the association presidents, a man dressed as a woman with the rouge makeup of a corpse painted on his face, replied.
"Then it seems to be something Deep Blue Star created. For them to guard it so closely while ignoring the nearby mine veins, it can't be anything simple. Everyone, do you dare to go in and test it?"
The speaker was an old monk who looked kind and benevolent—provided one only looked at his face.
His body was covered in muscles, his upper body bare. His muscles were covered in black images of hungry ghosts treading through hell, a hundred-ghost mural.
Moreover, his muscles bulged like tumors, lump after lump. His entire arm resembled a candied haw skewer,