Chen Longxiang was seething with rage, his venomous gaze fixed firmly on Fang Qingzhu, grinding his teeth with hatred reaching the heavens: "You wretched woman, how dare you flirt with that wild man right before my eyes? Seal Demon Stele, Five Elements Rotation, Yin and Yang Shift, blessed by the powers of the Eighteen Hells..."
Rumble, rumble, rumble!
The Seal Demon Stele emitted an earth-shattering black light.
The stele transformed into the Eighteen Layers of Hell.
Abi Hell, Hell of Tongue-Ripping, Hell of Boiling Oil... Each layer of the Eighteen Hells was distinctly different, yet every one of them exuded an eerie and terrifying aura, saturated with boundless resentment. Each hell represented a form of excruciating torment.
It was torture beyond human comprehension.
To endure a journey through the Eighteen Hells, even if one managed to survive, it would drive them to insanity, or worse, cause their soul to fall into eternal despair.
