Mo Tianhai felt his body being torn apart by the red light and, in the blink of an eye, reappeared somewhere else.
The floor beneath his feet was the same crimson material from the test with the red figures. The air carried a strong, metallic smell, heavy and dense.
Before he could examine the place more carefully, he heard a low voice echo through every corner.
"Another one failed…"
Tianhai frowned lightly but didn't reply.
He looked around.
It was a wide, round hall, completely red, as if it had been molded from solidified blood. There were no exits or doors.
Only an altar at the center. And on it… a single drop of crimson blood, floating a few centimeters above the surface.
Even motionless, that drop emanated an energy so heavy that Tianhai's body reacted instinctively, taking a step back.
The air around them seemed to crush their lungs. An invisible pressure pushed everyone downward, forcing them to keep their bodies firm so they wouldn't collapse.
