What was waiting for him in front of him? An unprecedented coldness had already spread throughout his body.
Mo Fan finally knew why the Dark Plane was called Hell.
No matter how powerful the people who came here were in their original world, no matter how powerful they were or how much power they had, they were nothing more than "wandering ghosts" here.
Everyone walked weakly and humbly on this land full of death. They carried reverence, fear, and a little bit of hope as they continued forward.
There were many travelers, but almost no one was willing to speak. This "new world" had given them too much shock that they could not put into words. They could only lower their heads and let the dark torrent push them as they waited for the next bottomless abyss.
They gradually left the sand behind them.
In front of him was a dark forest. For some reason, this forest looked like a demon god that had stepped into the sand with its body as large as the world. Its twisted and erect hair was exposed above the ground.
The people walked into the forest numbly. They subconsciously huddled together.
When people were on the verge of despair, they would usually unite like this. It was obvious from the first rule that the God of Darkness's Killing Game had nothing to do with the number of people killed.
The outcome would be the same regardless of how many people there were.
The place was his Hell. He was the God of Death of Hell. Since they had come to his territory, they had to follow his rules and find a way to survive. Huddling together was meaningless.
The people were only trying to find comfort with one another.
After all, they were still in a bustling city not long ago, enjoying the comfort brought by magic, technology, and wealth. In the blink of an eye, they had become prisoners on death row who were worse than slaves and were being escorted to the execution ground.
Mo Fan and Asha'ria did not team up with the others.
After arriving at the Dark Forest, people were able to move about freely.
Mo Fan could not even protect himself. It was up to the others to decide what would happen to them. After all, the person who had dragged them into this Hell was none other than the Chairman of the Asian Parliament, Su Lu, whom they supported!
"I wonder how Sharjah is doing," Mo Fan said.
"I don't think she's doing any better. The Archangel is only a three-year-old child in front of the God of Darkness," Asha'ria said.
"Are we going to walk out from here? Ever since we entered, it feels as though we have lost our sense of direction." Mo Fan observed his surroundings.
Twisted gray tree trunks, intricate roots that coiled into a snake's nest, and vines that hung down like ropes. The other empty spaces were filled with dense dark matter.
The dark matter here was a hundred times denser than some of the so-called forbidden dark areas in the normal world. Darkness itself had the effect of suppressing other elements, so how could other elements appear in this situation?
"Don't worry, Hanmera will get us out of here," Asha 'ria said.
"That's good …" Mofan was actually a little helpless about this unknown hell.
Speaking of which, Asha'ria had a loyal contractor in the form of the Dark Swordmaster. As soon as she entered the Dark Plane, the Dark Swordmaster immediately rushed over.
He had people in the Dark Plane too!
An Elder of the Shadow Tribe!
The creature wasn't a Martial Highness of the Dark Plane, but a warlord under the King of Darkness. Why didn't it greet him when he was in his territory?
It was similar to a contract. The Elder of the Shadow Tribe was too disappointing!
The Dark Frost Knight was familiar with the forest. He led Mofan and Asha'ria around in circles, but they eventually reached a place where the dark plants were sparse. It was obvious that they were about to leave the place.
However, Mofan noticed that while they were in the Dark Forest, a strong dark matter was trying to penetrate his body. It was even changing his physique bit by bit.
Mofan was confused, so he asked Asha'ria about it.
Asha'ria communicated with her knight for a while.
When they were out of the Dark Forest, Asha'ria turned around and let out a sigh, "I think only ten to twenty percent of people will be able to come out from there."
"Is it dangerous in there?" Mofan asked.
"Doesn't your country like to marinate the meat before putting it into the pot?" Asha'ria said.
"I'm a little hungry now that you're talking about it," Mofan said.
"Your body must have been corroded by the dark matter too. It will change the texture of your flesh and turn it into the favorite texture of the natives living in the Dark Forest," Asha'ria said.
"Ugh …" Mofan was suddenly not hungry anymore.
"So, when we entered the forest, there was basically no danger. Now that we've come out, it doesn't seem like anything scary has happened. However, for those who haven't come out yet, their bodies will slowly become as delicious as pickled meat. The terrifying creatures in the forest will crawl out of their nests and start feasting on them," Asha 'ruiya said.
Mofan glanced at the Dark Frost Knight. He could not help but feel grateful.
Luckily, they had a local to lead the way. Otherwise …
"AHHHH!!!"
Sure enough, extremely mournful screams came from the forest, and they came from different directions one after another.
Mofan and Asha'ria did not turn around. They continued to move forward while listening to the screams.
Everyone had their own fate. They were all "dead" in Hell. There was no need to talk about mercy, let alone salvation. Mofan just wanted to leave the place as soon as possible.
It had been a long time since he felt so insignificant, especially after reaching the Super Level.
The terrifying God of Darkness …
If he could walk out of this place unscathed, he would definitely learn more black magic and contribute more of his meager magical energy salary.
After leaving the Dark Forest, Asha'ria and Mofan found themselves in a smooth, flat ground.
The ground was covered in a layer of sturdy Earth Crystals, as if they had been cut and polished …
If it weren't for the sky above and the forest behind him, Mofan would have thought he had stepped into a palace that extended endlessly!
The smooth ground was strange, too. It had two different shades of color. Visually, it was dark black and grayish-white.
Dark black and grayish-white were arranged in neat squares, like patterns on porcelain. However, each square was as big as ten soccer stadiums.
For some reason, Asha 'ruiya's face turned deathly pale the moment she saw the layout.
She knew what it was, but she was too shocked to speak.
Mofan looked at Asha'ria.
Asha 'ruiya's beautiful eyes were filled with fear and anxiety!
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