The Gate of Hell

If Li Yunjing had known how shocked they were, he would have worn a wry smile.

These people were getting more and more ridiculous.

It wasn't that he was truly so capable. It was all thanks to the mysterious power in his sea of consciousness that he could keep unleashing the power of thunder.

Li Yunjing had once worried that if he kept using it, the sea of thunder in his sea of consciousness might run dry.

But after unleashing his power in several frenzied attacks, he discovered that the power in his sea of consciousness seemed endless. He didn't feel that any of it had been depleted.

That gave Li Yunjing even more confidence.

He had even begun to think that once he grew stronger, he would still be able to display even greater combat strength with his own power, even without the power of the sea of thunder.

As they ventured deeper into the sea of flowers, Li Yunjing spotted a stone platform ahead, giving off a faint glow. Countless bones lay scattered across it.

Beside the bones were several storage-type treasures, along with clothes and other magical treasures.

His heart stirred. He knew these were the remains of those who had been killed after entering this place.

This place seemed to be an altar!

At that moment, a Hellhound guarded the stone platform. Black flames surrounded its body, so dense they seemed almost solid, and its enormous eyes gleamed with a strange light.

The Hellhound had three heads.

Each head had a different appearance.

The one on the left was rotten, with its bones exposed and corrosive venom dripping from its fangs. The middle head bore the dignified face of a demon, its pupils burning with sulfurous fire. The right head was covered with a twisted human