Desolation Continent.
Here, the sky was blood-red. The sun was often hidden behind the clouds, and daylight was unseen for long stretches.
The land beneath their feet was soaked in blood. The rivers, the ocean, even the air—all of it was blood-red.
In many places, furious battle cries and desperate roars still lingered. Professionals below the Legendary class would not last long after entering Desolation Continent before their souls completely lost control, turning them into madmen who knew only slaughter.
So it was obvious that whenever living beings encountered one another here—
There was no possibility of communication beyond slaughter.
If William had not been a Saint, a countdown "Madness" BUFF would have appeared on him the moment he entered Desolation Continent, telling him when he would lose his sanity.
As for Legendary Powerful Beings entering Desolation Continent, the stronger they were, the longer they could endure—several decades or even a century at most, or just over a decade at least.
But every injury, battle, and expenditure would also shorten the duration of the "Madness" BUFF.
But why was it said that Legendary-Class Professionals had an easier time breaking through in Desolation Continent?
Because the mana here was far richer, and some rules were even exposed right before their eyes.
It was like Legendary experts competing in an examination hall. Seeing those exposed rules was like being given the answers to the test.
Still, even in Desolation Continent, such exposed rules were exceedingly rare.
Yet no matter how rare they were, there were still far more opportunities than on Gods Continent, where exposed rules simply did not exist.
The Rune Mage took a deep breath of blood-scented air and waved his hand, causing a three-dimensional map to appear before the Saints.
William glanced over it and instantly etched the entire