Someone else asked, looking over with a hint of hope in their eyes.
If they had never been here before, that would at least be a silver lining amid their misfortune.
"I've been here."
Someone spoke lifelessly, their eyes vacant.
At those words, many people's hearts turned to dead ash.
Having been here before meant that staying here was also a road to death.
A thin mist had already veiled many of their past memories.
They hardly dared imagine what would happen if they stayed here, failed to find a way out, and continued to be slaughtered like this.
They feared they would even forget every last memory of how they had arrived.
Then they would effectively sink into this unfathomably uncanny world.
"There's no way to survive the death tribulation here."
Among the crowd, a young man wore a miserable expression. The good spirits he had once felt, believing that entering this place would let him pursue immortal cultivation...
Had vanished completely before the death tribulation that reset with every cycle of reincarnation.
Mo Mingsheng knew it. There were no meat pies that simply fell from the sky.
This entrance trial was far too difficult.
Most importantly, he now even felt a little envious of those who had died before the events here unfolded.
Dying early and quickly meant they did not have to endure this torment of death.
Earlier, Mo Mingsheng had planned to act as the situation demanded, then seize the chaos to survive the death tribulation.
He had even warned himself inwardly that he absolutely must not die.
Yet he had never imagined that, reduced to his present situation, even dying would become a luxury beyond his reach.
Repeating the cycle endlessly, being killed over and over-the feeling was truly unbearable.
Not to mention that