The Glorious Age of the Gods

Looking at the bottomless gigantic hollow, Blood Pearl and Gluttony exchanged a glance, each seeing deep concern in the other's eyes.

The appearance of this thing was no good sign.

Clearly, this was the Unity Society's doing.

Most likely, that enormous symbiote had created it.

But where had the Unity Society's believers gone?

Had they all crawled into this hole?

Where exactly did this thing lead?

The Earth's core?

Gluttony gave a soft whistle, and the group of corpse puppets that had just gathered nearby immediately leaped into the bottomless hole.

At the same time, the blood vessel spiders controlled by Blood Pearl also descended into the hole.

But they were far too light. After falling only a few dozen meters, gusts of hot, damp wind blew up from within the hole, leaving the blood vessel spiders suspended in midair and unable to descend any farther.

Gluttony, meanwhile, wore a grave expression. He slightly closed his eyes, sensing the psychic links transmitted from the corpse puppets, and muttered:

"One hundred meters... two hundred meters... three hundred meters... five hundred meters..."

He could sense that the psychic signals sent back by the corpse puppets were becoming increasingly chaotic, accompanied by a scorching sensation.

Clearly, the deeper they went, the hotter and more humid the deep hole became.

"Seven hundred meters..." The psychic links had become intermittent, and many had already been severed entirely.

"Eight hundred meters..." Most of the corpse puppets' psychic signals could no longer be transmitted. Only the last, relatively sturdier corpse puppet remained.

"Nine hundred... one thousand... eleven hundred..." Gluttony abruptly opened his eyes, stared into the enormous hole below, and said:

"All connections have been cut... But this hole isn't vertical..."

As the corpse puppets fell, they had gradually begun brushing against the surrounding walls. There was