(Second update)
A pool of crimson greeted their eyes.
Here, the blood from the Blood Pool had actually gathered into a small lake, barring the way before Yang Ming and Hu Liena.
Bubbles churned through the blood. The thousand-meter stretch seemed like an eternally impassable gulf lying before them. No creatures attacked them anymore, but the strongest aura of evil contained here, together with the enormous thousand-meter-wide chasm ahead, formed a natural barrier that was almost impossible to cross.
Yang Ming surveyed his surroundings.
On either side of the narrow path lay a vast emptiness with no end in sight. The exit stood a thousand meters ahead, while above them, the black cavern ceiling was barely visible at a height of roughly two hundred meters.
Such a height and distance were enough to make anyone shrink back. Even someone as powerful as a Titled Douluo, deprived of Soul Rings and Soul Skills, could only rely on their body's jumping ability. Crossing such a distance was clearly unrealistic.
As clever as she was, Hu Liena had clearly realized this too. Her heart tightened, and a trace of worry flashed through her eyes.
"Yang Ming..."
When she raised her head, she saw Yang Ming's handsome, resolute face. To her surprise, however, his expression was unusually calm. The predicament before them had not put so much as a crease between his brows.
In the original story, Tang San had only managed to make it through this perilous stretch with great difficulty by relying on Blue Silver Grass and the Flying God Claw.
Yang Ming did not know how Tang Hao and Pope Bibi Dong had passed through here back then, but if anyone thought they could stop him with a blood sea, they were being far too naive!
For Yang Ming, there were