The Sanguine Hell was a world the color of blood, but the Blood Sea in this one had long since dried up. Only a framework of hell was left behind and it’d been shaped into a Hell Tomb. It was similar to the other two hells that Lu Yun had just visited. Scarlet demonic shapes lurked in the shadows, formed by the blood of the living that the Sanguine Hell had absorbed.

But with Leize present, the demonic shapes again didn’t dare draw near.

Lu Yun shuddered involuntarily. If he’d come here alone or with Chu Xingran, Jian Bu’er, and the Demonic Vine, they would’ve all died horrific deaths. The demonic shapes were outside the range of his knowledge. They were dead entities, but they weren’t ghosts or zombies. They existed in another form of death.

They were stronger than the limits of what Lu Yun could currently discern. He wouldn’t have the room...