"These words are in the Demon Race language."
Gu Xin'er, worried that Jiang Fan wouldn't understand, translated: "It's called 'Xuanbing Hell.'"
"Judging by the name, it hardly seems like a good place."
She felt a little uneasy.
Luminous Pearls were scattered across the ground, indicating someone had been here before.
Yet the hall was devoid of any sound.
Either that person was hiding.
Or they were already dead.
Regardless of the reason, neither was encouraging.
Meanwhile, the aura of the Hell Beast overhead continued to draw closer.
"Just now, I told you to use the Dustless Talisman, but you didn't listen."
"Now you'll follow me in—like it or not."
"If you die inside, don't go blaming me."
Feeling the increasingly frenzied assault of icy winds around them,
she couldn't be sure her Purple Flame would be enough to shield both of them.
Entering this obviously malevolent hall was an even graver uncertainty.
Jiang Fan, however, looked bemused.
