Before Leng Xiyue could react, Bibi Dong reached out and tapped Hu Liena's forehead. Rakshasa Divine Power surged out, neutralizing the killing intent within her. Hu Liena's trembling body gradually returned to normal, and the blood-red color faded from her eyes.
Hu Liena gasped for breath, fear welling in her eyes. "Teacher, I felt as though I was about to lose control of my consciousness and enter my demonized state."
Hu Liena's demonized state was not an ability that required her to sacrifice her potential and consciousness in exchange for strength. Rather, it was a highly stable transformation skill that increased her combat power by overtaxing herself, operating on the principle of equivalent exchange.
Yet as the slaughter continued, this skill had clearly become somewhat unstable.
Looking at Hu Liena, Bibi Dong was filled with self-reproach. "...This was never power you should have had to wield. I forced it upon you. I'll do everything I can to find a remedy."
"It's all right, Teacher. I really did gain great power because of it, didn't I?" Hu Liena forced a smile. She understood her mission perfectly. What did it matter if she died for Spirit Hall?
Leng Xiyue, however, did not think this was anything serious. She was surveying the surrounding terrain.
Beyond this landing point in Hell stretched an empty expanse, everything around them tinged a faint blood-red. Apart from the circular platform five meters across beneath their feet, there was nothing but a bottomless abyss. Like a lone skiff in a sea of blood, it could easily fill someone with fear.
Aside from that, a narrow path less than half a foot wide, barely broad enough for both feet to stand side by side, extended into the unknown darkness. It was also the only route from their platform to