The third trial wasn’t the real Nirvana, but a rift in space. It was just the space in the rift that was huge.
Wang Lin slowly traveled through the third trial. As he moved forward, he would grab at the seemingly empty space around him, and every grab would net him another wandering soul to consume.
Wang Lin hadn’t felt the sensation of consuming souls for a long time. He calculated that it had been dozens of years since he had left the foreign battleground.
However, due to the power of the law of the world, he still remembered his time in the foreign battleground like it was yesterday.
Xu Ligou and the second devil followed behind Wang Lin, alarmed and scared the whole time. They didn’t dare let out a single breath as they saw ancestors who were many times stronger than them being consumed without being able to put up a fight. They felt utterly powerless.