In the Dark Giant City, all humans were now shrouded in immense terror and despair. Instinctually, they understood their fate—to endure unimaginable torment in boundless Hell's Pain until the end of the universe.
Hell's Pain had not even truly arrived; merely realizing this fact was enough to drive anyone to the brink of insanity from despair.
However, having fallen into Hell, they didn't even have the privilege to go mad, but could only endure this boundless pain with a perpetual clarity.
"Why is this happening?"
"Has that Tyrant become a God? The God of Pain, the Hell Lord?"
"No! It hurts, my body is being cut open, please no…"
"Where is Great Commander Song Ming? Save us…"
All were about to let out painful screams and wails.
However, before they could cry out, that abnormal sensation suddenly vanished.
Instantly, the crowd recovered from that intense terror and despair, looking bewildered.
Their bodies bore no injuries, and the environment around them remained unchanged.
