A few minutes later.
Lionel Yeager and his team arrived at the third minor world.
Above, the firmament was blood-red, dazzling and oppressive, striking fear into their hearts.
Below, the black ocean surged violently, thousands of colossal graves hundreds of feet high stood towering within the black sea like majestic mountains.
The entire small world was suffused with an aura of death, cold and dark, as though they had entered the Netherworld itself.
Even the rising mist carried a potent corrosive nature.
"Damn!"
Bardon Bard's mouth twitched. "What kind of place is this?!"
Allister Arthur and the others also showed stunned expressions in their eyes.
Jeremy Henwick scanned the surroundings, exclaiming, "I'm afraid this place is the 'Netherworld Devil Domain,' and the guardian here must be the Nine-Winged Nether Dragon!"
The voice hadn't fallen!
Crash!
The black ocean surged violently!
Directly beneath Lionel Yeager and his team appeared a massive vortex!
