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They kept splitting up like this until only five Titled Douluos remained.
As though they had endured a long, oppressive torment, the narrow passage abruptly widened, and the space ahead opened up!
An unimaginably vast underground cavern appeared before them.
At a glance, the cavern reached two or three hundred meters deep. Yet what supported this space was not a vaulted ceiling of rock, but immense, dark-red walls of flesh, endlessly writhing and tangled with blood vessels!
The fleshy walls gave off a dim, dark-red glow and pulsed rhythmically, like the inner chambers of some gigantic creature's heart.
Viscous, dark-red fluid, reeking sharply of rust and decay, flowed slowly through channels formed by depressions in the walls. It bubbled and churned, converging at the very center of the cavern.
There stood an even larger, basin-shaped chamber built from heaps of flesh and blood, resembling a grotesque "flower's heart." The chamber brimmed with a thick pool of blood that was almost boiling.
As waves of blood rolled, countless bubbles rose and burst, releasing nauseating heat and foul, bloody steam.
At the very center of that crimson pool, an indescribable "object" bobbed heavily up and down.
It was an enormous "egg"!
Its shell was neither smooth nor hard. Instead, countless overlapping layers of human fascia, scraps of skin, and even bones that had not yet fully melted had been forcibly glued together, writhing and twisting in agony!
Most horrifying of all, living human faces were embedded across the surface of that utterly filthy "shell."
The faces belonged to men and women, young and old, their expressions without exception frozen in an abyss of utter agony and hopelessness. Their mouths gaped soundlessly, their hollow eye sockets seeming to stare