Feeling that learning more about the Abyss would help him escape, Lu Feng watched the Golden Immortals of the Demon Race who occasionally wandered near the entrance to Hell, and an idea immediately came to him.
With practiced ease, he used the Embroidered Sword to dig a tunnel through the ridge to the slope on the other side. Concealing his aura with the Embroidered Sword, he hid inside and secretly watched what was happening outside.
One look made his heart clench. Just as he had suspected, war raged everywhere outside. Countless Demon Race cultivators had thrown themselves into this battlefield. Cultivators from the Ghost King Sect, the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect, the Corpse Spirit Sect, and the Heavenly Demon Sect were all among them, along with innumerable demons whose races he could not even distinguish, charging in and out of the fighting.
This was nothing like the war he had witnessed when he first arrived in the Abyss. Almost every cultivator was a Daluo Golden Immortal or above. Even Golden Immortals were exceedingly rare, while Profound Immortal demons at his own level were almost nowhere to be seen.
It seemed that cultivators below a certain realm had no right to take part in this great battle at all.
Everywhere he looked, Primordial Unity Golden Immortals abounded. There were even mighty wielders of Divine Abilities who could blot out the sky and sun with a mere gesture.
In an instant, heaven and earth darkened; in the space of a breath, ghosts wailed and wolves howled.
Countless demons surged onto the battlefield in vast swarms like locusts, or fell from the sky in great masses like yellow leaves swept away by an autumn wind.
The sight left Lu Feng trembling with fear. One careless move, and he could easily be caught in