The activated crimson Mire Abyss guarded Wu Heng, continuously spreading outward with him at its center.
Until it reached beneath Wu Heng's feet.
The Darkness Clan's Blood Marrow Eaters were surrounded by the suddenly unfolding Blood Floss Hell, seized by a warmth that felt like returning to their origin, as though this had always been their homeland.
Comfortable expressions appeared on everyone's faces. Every patch of land here felt like their mother.
The crimson ground beneath their feet squirmed, pleasantly soft to step on.
"What is this? I feel like I've returned to the embrace of the progenitor!"
"My bloodline is pulsating, pulsating together with this land. It reminds me of my family!" Many could not help but say.
Overcome by the feeling, countless Blood Marrow Eaters shed tears of emotion.
But they had already become blood marrow demons and had no tears. Only bloody fluid flowed from the corners of their eyes; the painful wounds that had scabbed over split open, spilling blood.
This was how they expressed the excitement in their hearts.
This was also because the Blood Marrow Eaters—indeed, the entire Darkness Clan—had not had their capacity for kindness stripped away by Wu Heng. Their wills remained free.
Yet from the very beginning, their souls had believed in Wu Heng, believed in the progenitor. Thus, they could not betray this hell either. If their kindness ever conflicted with the will of this Mire Abyss, they would absolutely choose to obey the will of this land rather than so-called kindness.
The cries of demons merged with the rhythmic pulse of hell.
Yet to those outside, it was a terrifying, chilling sound, as if a sea of blood were wailing and roaring!
Wu Heng stood above this blood-colored sea, a faint smile on his face as he gazed at