The journey to the Earth's core was incredibly long. No matter how fast they flew, they still had to clear out all kinds of magical beasts along the way. By the time they reached the depths of Tartarus, five minutes had already passed.
According to scientists, the Earth's interior should have been a place of extreme heat and pressure, filled with magma and radiation. The outer core should be liquid, the inner core solid, composed mainly of iron, with temperatures exceeding six thousand degrees.
Yet after Su Ming and the others came down, they found that Earth-0 did not seem to work that way. After passing through the magma-flowing mantle, it only grew cooler the farther down they went, as if there were no pressure within the Earth at all—only gloomy air and an unpleasant stench.
Had Perpetua and the World Forger been far too sloppy when they made the Earth? Or had it not originally been like this, and the recent chain of upheavals had caused the Earth to "go cold"?
While thinking such random thoughts, Deathstroke said nothing aloud. They had followed the tunnel into an enormous underground space, and at first glance, it reminded him of the Underground City from Heroes of Might and Magic 3.
It had been one of the few games his crappy computer in his previous life could run.
Massive bamboo-shoot-like stone pillars jutted from both the ceiling and the ground. Various magical beasts had dug holes of all sizes into those stalagmites to live in. There were also several underground bodies of water in the distance, and they looked quite deep.
Piles of white bones lay everywhere. In that sealed, limited environment, the brutality of the food chain was displayed to the fullest.
No wonder most of the magical beasts they had