"What exactly is suppressed before this Gaia Jade?"
Intrigued and feeling the vibrations beneath his feet intensifying, Lin Feng, unable to resist, isolated a strand of Psychic Sense and explores into the ground.
He didn't get far before the sound of a thousand wraiths shrieking went off inside his brain, tormenting Lin Feng's soul.
That strand of Psychic Sense instantly disappeared like a snowball in hell, as if devoured by some terrible, terrible thing deep inside the earth.
Although it was but an instant, Lin Feng still managed a clear look at its true face. His mouth hung open, gaping in shock.
A swathe of red, as far as the eye could see.
Fog, but not fog; wind, but not wind; flickering, with light the deepest red.
In the ruby gleam, one could catch fleeting glimpses of countless specters, with flailing claws and excruciating cries that hinted at the worst imaginable agonies. The unholiness of the scene seemingly transplanted one right into Dante's Inferno.
