The sky was dark red, and the ground was red, as if it was stained with blood.
The entire world was dim and full of a sense of oppression.
Feng Jing looked at his surroundings and only wanted to curse.
Damn it. How did this happen?
Wasn't the entrance to the mysterious place gone?
How did I get in?
He was completely unprepared!
Feng Jing's muscles tensed up, and he fell into a vigilant state.
He had entered the mysterious place once, although he couldn't remember what he had experienced here after leaving.
But the bone-deep fear had made him lose sleep for an entire year after he returned to the outside world.
Every night, he had woken up from a nightmare.
In his heart, this mysterious place was like hell. If possible, he would never want to come here again.
Even though he knew that there might be countless opportunities here, he didn't want to come.