The Doomsday Abyss is about six kilometers deep, and at this depth, sunlight struggles to reach the bottom. In the darkness, beneath the deafening sounds of the DJ, slaves continuously hammer at the iron ore.
"..."
Chen Mang walked alone to the edge of the abyss, reaching out to touch the wall, pondering to himself.
This cliff is vertical.
Or rather, it's vertically precise, exactly at ninety degrees.
The cross-section is extremely smooth, whether it be rock or soil, as if someone had sliced it with a knife, and sliced it vertically downward.
"I remember there wasn't this abyss before Doomsday, right?"
"Yes."
Old Pig standing by nodded: "There indeed wasn't this abyss before Doomsday. No one knows when this abyss appeared. Although it's somewhat strange, after Doomsday, strange things have become way too common, so this isn't surprising."
The Doomsday Abyss extends several kilometers, nearly forty meters wide.
