The little stone man held the stone drill and sat cross-legged, harmoniously merging with Xiao Chen. Inside his body, it was as if he was quietly cultivating, making Xiao Chen both tense and somewhat anticipative.
Lifting his gaze, the demonic clouds hung heavy, the Nine Nether Platform towered like a great mountain, majestic and imposing. In the gloomy hell, such lofty great mountains were not rare. Some even measured up to a thousand feet like White Bone Mountain, but in terms of aura and pressure, few could rival this thousand-foot-tall Nine Nether Platform.
The Nine Nether Platform was shaped like a volcano standing there, seemingly imbued with a soul. One could even feel its pulse. The mountain was dark red, like it solidified with countless souls' blood, exuding an indescribable grimness and heaviness.
"Why do I feel like this is a living great demon?" Niu Ren couldn't help but shiver.
