The gates were so huge that people’s hearts shuddered. If they were on the continent, they would probably be engulfed amongst the stars.

Black and ancient diagrams covered the gates. Those diagrams weren’t of sinister ghoulish faces, but they still exuded a dense air of death.

In front of the Gates of Hell was a sea of various lifeforms. Those lifeforms were all silent. That was because upon getting closer to the Gates of Hell, the dense air of death made them feel like an invisible hand was clutching their throats.

“Last time I came, I didn’t feel such pressure. My realm must have been lacking.”

This was Long Chen’s second time coming to the Gates of Hell. Last time, although he had been shocked, he hadn’t felt such pressure. This feeling was like his life was in someone else’s hands.

Meng Qi and the others were a bit pale. It felt like there was a law present in control of life and death. They couldn’t fight that law. If it wanted...