The road to hell.

The same phrase popped into the minds of the beasts and the human when they entered.

The scent of blood was thick, and there were torn pieces of flesh at their feet. There was no ventilation, so the air was practically a foggy miasma. It was enough to make one gag. As soon as Theo took one sniff, he hastily cleansed the surrounding atmosphere with his wind divinity.

Wind.

The foggy miasma was pushed away, and the two spirits took deep breaths. They were even more adversely affected as they were used to the clean air of the Baekun Mountains.

The Tiger King’s claws swiped at the air as she looked up at the black sky. “Dammit, what is this place? My nose feels like it will fall off if I stay here for half a day.”

The White Bear lifted up the black soil experimentally. “This isn’t natural, but this poisonous land has its own efficacy. But there is nothing here but malice that spreads death.”

Tiger King huffed. “So, let’s tear it apart! Why else did we come into this rotten place?”

White Bear shook his head. “Don’t be too hasty. If the cause of the pollution is within this barrier, we need to remove the cause before destroying...