Darkness, in the eternally lonely deep space, a group of people hurriedly shuttled through this area, surrounded by boundless coldness. Countless eyes were watching them, and grotesque figures lurked in the darkness.
The five people were like a lone leaf boat in the black tide, with a weak fishing light barely illuminating the area around them. Wherever they passed, the black tide would briefly retreat and open a small region, but as soon as they moved past, the area was quickly filled again. The lurking demons feared their strength and dared not attack recklessly, but if they exposed even a tiny flaw, these creatures would immediately hurl themselves at them, attempting to tear down those lofty Divine figures.
Time passed in unknown lengths, and the group felt utterly exhausted and unable to continue. However, the despairing environment around them remained unchanged. They felt as if they were treading in place, completely trapped within this Demon Realm.
