"Do you see those people locked onto the wooden stakes over there?" Su Han pointed toward the distance.
Lian Yuze and the others all nodded.
In their line of sight, there were countless wooden stakes erected, with ghostly figures sealed upon them, being relentlessly whipped and emitting shrill screams.
"Like these people, they too had killed many in their lifetime. Although their souls remain, they must perpetually endure the agony of whipping," Su Han said.
"Then if we were to die..."
Liuu Feng and Lian Yuze exchanged looks.
They had previously battled with the Blood Demon Sect and the Sect of True Martial Arts, and hundreds, if not thousands, had died at their hands.
"Yes, if you died and entered here, you would be punished just the same."
"The rules of the Netherworld only consider how many people you killed and how many bad things you did in life. As for why you killed or did those bad deeds, they don't care," Su Han said.
"Isn't that too unfair?"
