The farther down he went, the more horrifying the scenes on both sides became.
In the abysses flanking the narrow path, dark red liquid churned and flowed, emitting gurgling sounds.
The liquid was as thick as slurry. Bubbles constantly burst on its surface, each one releasing a wave of scorching, foul-smelling vapor.
It was blood.
Yet not ordinary blood.
These fluids gave off a stench of blood so intense it made one nauseous, yet they possessed magma-like temperatures, gathering in the abyss into a boundless sea of blood.
The sea of blood churned as heat waves rolled forth.
Hell Road truly lived up to its name.
What was even more dangerous was the intangible killing intent surging in from every direction as the environment changed.
That killing intent did not come from any specific being. It seeped from the sea of blood, from the narrow path, from every inch of space in this world.
Cold, violent, mad.
Like countless tiny needles, it tried to bore through Lin Wan's skin, pierce his marrow, and erode his mind.
Lin Wan's steps paused slightly.
He felt an unfamiliar, violent impulse sprouting deep within his heart.
That impulse clamored and roared, yearning to slaughter, to destroy, to tear everything before his eyes into pieces.
Veins bulged faintly on the back of his clenched fist.
He knew this was a sign that Divine Slaughter's Domain was taking shape.
The final trial of Hell Road was neither monsters nor the environment, but oneself.
The killing intent accumulated through a hundred battles was completely aroused and amplified in this place of ultimate evil. It resonated with the laws of slaughter between heaven and earth, eventually condensing into a domain within a Soul Master's body.
But the process was extraordinarily dangerous.
Should one's mind falter and be consumed