"Oh shit? Iron Man went all out?"
Gazing at the terrifying scene around him that resembled purgatory, and the giant circular stone platform beneath his feet, Zhou Li was dumbfounded.
He was standing at the top of a cylindrical pillar, on a vast circular plane. The pillar was made of stone, with a very rough texture, and dark red bloodstains on it. He looked around, beside the stone pillar was a scene akin to purgatory—countless dead monsters moving their bodies, continuously growling and moaning as if chanting something in unison.
Zhou Li wasn't scared by this sight; he simply touched his head, somewhat puzzled for a moment. He walked to the edge of the pillar and looked down at the headless monster flailing its limbs below the pillar, and at the colorful butterfly wings under his feet, somewhat puzzled for a while.
What's going on?
"So it has come to this, huh."
