Lin Feng glanced down and felt a little dizzy.
The abyss was far too deep. The farther they descended, the more biting and cold the wind became. Those accompanying them were all mighty warriors.
Even after climbing down from such a height, none of them were out of breath.
They even kept their weapons in hand as they guarded them.
A glance downward revealed a platform.
The platform was only a tiny part of this abyss, so small that its insignificance seemed almost despairing, like a grain in the vast ocean.
Along the path on the platform, a line of Azure Fire formed a long dragon.
That dragon stretched into the distance until it vanished from sight.
How could he describe it? It was like someone had flicked a drop of ink onto a boundless sheet of rice paper.
That tiny streak of Flame only made the place seem all the more vast and desolate.
Even the platform looked so insignificant, let alone the people, who were smaller still.
He could see that the path continued forward, stretching into the distance until it disappeared from view.
Di Fa still said nothing.
Even now, Lin Feng did not know where this enormous fissure was.
People were clearing away the bodies around them. Many had clearly fallen to their deaths.
Most of those who had fallen had every bone in their bodies shattered.
They looked utterly wretched.
They were slaves who had descended ahead of them, along with some unfortunate soldiers.
As Lin Feng studied the bodies, Di Fa squeezed his hand again, nearly crushing the bones, and said, "Don't look at those. Look ahead.
Focus on what you need to do. Don't waste even a fraction of your energy on anything else!"
Lin Feng looked a short distance ahead and saw