The air was filled with a thick, bloody sll, a scent so intense that it rivaled that within the Heavenly Sin Tomb.
At this mont, Ethan Smith stood at the edge where the ship had landed, and he glanced slightly at the bottom of the cliff.
His vision couldn’t discern how deep it was, and from the depths ca an unknown, muffled roar.
The echoes within the Abyss of Ten Thousand statures seed particularly terrifying, and Ethan was observing it.
A group of laborers, bare-chested, carried a huge burlap sack, their expressions numb, as they walked to the edge.
They then untied the sack, revealing the corpses inside.
One by one, they dragged the bodies from the sack and threw them into the Abyss of Ten Thousand statures.
Instantly, piercing screams echoed from the abyss, swiftly rging into one.
The previously silent abyss suddenly filled with a sound that made one’s teeth ache.
The flesh seed to awaken the slumbering Demon Beasts in the abyss, while those people acted like nothing unusual, leaving right after throwing the bodies, as if they had just discarded a bag of trash.
"Kid, entering the Nine Netherworld Cliff isn’t free; there are treasures all over here."
Beside Ethan Smith, soone suddenly spoke in a sinister tone.
Ethan turned to look, and an extrely ugly man was staring intensely at him, as if gazing at so babe.
It’s likely that they were targeted since they disembarked from the ship.
Besides, this person seed to be a tester, with a few stronger presences obviously behind him.
Swoosh!
Before he finished speaking, his body was directly split in half by Ethan’s Tiger Wing attack.
"How’s that?"
From the rear, soone glanced in Ethan’s direction and yawned.
"The Spirit-Sensing Jade didn’t detect Pinnacle Force, the jade should be fine, I reckon it’s a Ninth Level Path Spirit, not sure who tricked him into coming here, shall we strike?"
A nearly naked woman laughed, her body barely covered by a few scraps of cloth.
The people behind her would frequently sweep their gazes over her body.
"There is no rush, although this place belongs to the Land of Chaos, we still ought to respect the existing rules."
"Are you talking about the Heavenly Path Institute people? Although they’re considered top forces here, they can’t dictate terms at the Nine Netherworld Cliff! If we want, we could completely wipe them out."
The woman laughed heartily, her prominent chest shaking dramatically with her laughter.
"Don’t be too overconfident, Frederick Cohen. In the Nine Netherworld Cliff, I’ve witnessed countless stronger than perish, teaching humility and caution, which is why we’ve lived so long. From what I know, the Heavenly Path Institute’s Lord Sui might be coming personally this ti, seemingly targeting soone from this ship. Thus, we should refrain from acting rashly on anyone aboard."
A man squatted on the treetop, taking a pleasant drag from the pipe in his hand.
Though he looked young, there was an aura of killing intent that couldn’t be ignored.
"Keaton Bian, aren’t you even a bit interested in the arrival of the Heavenly Path Institute’s figure? The motive for coming personally must be significant. If we capture everyone from this ship, shouldn’t we be able to extract so information?"
Frederick Cohen laughed mischievously, jumping onto the tree branch, her full chest leaning against Keaton.
"Not interested. If you’re interested, go on your own, don’t drag my people to die. My goal is to earn enough money to retire and then leave this hellhole."
Keaton Bian chuckled.
No one believes you!
"Another reason is, things have been uneasy here recently; strange people have appeared, including Ythran from the Order’s Guardians. He’s one of my few friends, but sothing’s changed physically, like he’s being controlled."
Keaton Bian showed a peculiar smile.
"He still knows , mories unchanged, unmindful of being controlled, yet holds deep taboo and reverence towards sothing strange. The Ythran I know never showed such deanor, soone formidable seems to be around.
"It’s quite exciting here lately, but we are just bored."
Frederick Cohen jumped down, and a cloth piece hung accidentally fell to the ground.
Suddenly, two nearby subordinates stared wide-eyed.
"Like what you see?"
Frederick Cohen wasn’t bothered at all, but instead violently straightened her waist.
"Anyway, I’m planning to hide like a Black Tortoise, each one of these people isn’t sothing I can afford to provoke."
Keaton Bian shrugged.
"Do you think this is a precursor to the Holy Kingdom’s chaos in this area, do you think we might die?"
"Hard to say, try not to die."
"Forget it, living like this is too pathetic, I’m going to find so fun, there was a pretty Willa-faced one earlier, I’m going to test the waters."
Frederick Cohen ended this dull conversation, twisting her snake-like waist, and left in a direction.
At this mont, Ethan Smith walked slowly in the Nine Netherworld Cliff, its vastness exceeded his imagination.
And it wasn’t a large flat area, but rather uneven, with various levels of terrain.
Ethan walked through different spaces, finding the people here exuded a strong aura of killing intent.
Almost all of them were extrely cautious, even while encountering many along the route.
Yet, they rely glanced at Ethan, without anyone directly attacking.
This was unexpected for Ethan, maybe people on the edge of life and death indeed cherish their lives more.
Ethan now resembled a headless fly, unsure of which direction to go.
In such a place, even if he t a dog, he wouldn’t trust it.
Oh! Earlier, Taoist Master Azure Cloud gave a map, perhaps it records so information about here!
Ethan suddenly rembered sothing important and took out the map from the Spatial Ring.
After careful exploration, it indeed contained the area of Nine Netherworld Cliff.
After browsing, Ethan put down the map.
According to Master Azure Cloud’s map, the higher terrain had more cultivators.
Many top individuals would set up life-or-death arenas on various high grounds of the Nine Netherworld Cliff.
The loser naturally would lose everything, including their life.
Thus, the higher the place, the stronger the people who set up the arenas.
Conversely, those without certain strength dare not occupy the highest places.
Instead, the lowland area he was in now had fewer conflicts, and those that did occur were uninfluential.
To sum it up, the true masters are at the peak.
"If Frederick Cohen’s character is typical, he’d likely be setting arenas in higher places."
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