The air of the Abyss Plane itself is laden with the toxic sulfur and the sighs of despair.
And on this 1121st layer, which serves as the Blood Battle Battlefield, the atmosphere is driven to the extreme, the sulfurous toxins and blood-red sky boiled completely over.
The firmament is not a sky, but rolling, writhing, dripping with filthy blood beads, heavy blood clouds hanging so low as if to crush the earth, casting an asphyxiating ominous crimson over the boundlessly desolate battlefield below.
The ground is barren, with fissured black rocks resembling the decayed bones of giant beasts, and between the gaps flows viscous magma, rising in billowing toxic smoke, with the air reeking of rust, entrails, and the scorched stench of flesh.
As far as the eye can see, there is a boiling, ceaseless vortex of death.
The environment here is so harsh, and exactly because of this, such chaotic and dire conditions can give birth to the infamous creatures of the Star Realm.
The demons.
