Beneath the Cangwu Abyss, darkness swallowed everything.
Countless branches jutted out from the abyssal walls, packed thick with crows.
They stared at Xu Zimo and Xie Changliu with gloomy eyes, screeching strangely from their beaks. Unafraid of strangers, they fixed their gaze tightly upon the two.
The two leaped down, plunging toward the bottom of the abyss.
The farther inward they went, the heavier the Evil Qi became.
The Evil Qi seemed to corrode their bodies at every moment.
Spiritual energy enveloped their bodies, blocking all the Evil Qi outside.
They continued downward, with no idea how deep the abyss truly was. Only when they saw rows upon rows of gravestones did they finally land and stop.
This place somewhat resembled a Mass Grave.
It was gloomy and terrifying, its chill piercing to the bone.
Every gravestone was unmarked, with mounds of earth as tall as small hills beside them.
Vultures flew overhead once more, carrying flesh and blood from some unknown place and swallowing it into their sharp beaks.
"Look around," Xu Zimo said.
Xie Changliu nodded.
The two walked around the unmarked gravestones.
After walking for a while, Xu Zimo stopped before a wall.
Countless words had been carved into the wall.
It was filled with the word "Hate! Hate! Hate!"
Countless instances of the word hate seemed ready to turn into boundless resentment and surge out from the wall, swallowing Xu Zimo whole.
He walked along the wall, and it was densely covered with that single word all the way down.
Just then, a soft pop sounded.
A vulture flying in midair was suddenly seized by a hand and crushed to pieces.
Flesh and blood splattered everywhere.
The arm connected to that enormous hand was dozens of meters long, extending all the way underground.
"More newcomers have