Just as Liang Huai and the others had described, every hundred zhang, there were several excavated caves.
Within each cave, powerful auras flickered in and out of perception.
There was more than one cave within every hundred zhang, but the higher one went, the fewer there were. At the lowest level where he stood now, there were several hundred caves.
At the two-hundred-zhang mark, there were a few fewer.
At three hundred zhang, there were a few fewer still.
By the time his gaze reached one thousand zhang, only a little over a hundred remained.
Higher up, they grew fewer and fewer, until even his Spirit Resonance Divine Eye could no longer see them.
"Bloody Purgatory truly is teeming with hidden experts," Yang Chen muttered to himself.
Sometimes, he could not help feeling like a frog at the bottom of a well.
How many True God Stage experts existed in this world? The younger generation might be scarce, but the older generation was as numerous as the hairs on an ox. Those old True God Stage experts had lived for so many years—how could the younger True God Stage cultivators compare to them? Their methods were varied and complex, no less formidable than his own.
This made the entire Bloody Purgatory seem like a true purgatory.
But even purgatory could never halt his footsteps.
Yang Chen gazed deeply ahead and began searching for his opponent.
Among these several hundred caves, defeating an opponent meant one could seize a cave, plunder it, and make it one's own.
Yang Chen did not think too much about it and swiftly set his sights on a cave.
Hesitation would only keep one from moving forward.
In this place, only the weak hesitated. The strong would only advance.
Yang Chen chose a cave on the