This place, in fact, is very spacious.
However, in a world this wide, when the heart becomes narrow, it turns into a chaotic scene.
Moreover, they were not plotting at this moment, nor were they arguing, but were engaged in a brutal fight. Blades and swords swung indiscriminately amidst the chaos, slashing and thrusting without regard for friend or foe. As the cold glints flashed, blood and torn flesh sprayed out continuously, splattering on the pristine white snow.
Soon, the snow was stained red.
Then, the originally thick snow was melted by the scorching hot blood, turning into streams of blood water. With every angry roar and scream of agony, the pooled blood on the ground began to ripple, reflecting the faces—fallen, cold, and stiff.
This scene, surprisingly, was hundreds of times more terrifying than the legends of Hell.
