When the group entered this blood-red sea, the "God of Wisdom," Mimir, who had gradually reduced to the size of a normal human, was already half a step behind Aiven.
He explained to Him very considerately:
"Compared to the battlefield in this sea, the sporadic divine wars on land are nothing but child's play.
Although most [Demigods] who come 'behind the door' are already beyond their own control of life and death, the guardianship of the key item [Möbius Ring] still holds tremendous allure for them."
Looking around, the rolling waves of the blood-red sea truly were an immense battlefield of the gods.
Even if it now only left a wreckage, still emitting a grim atmosphere—gigantic, fierce blades and relentless, savage skeletons cannot help but invoke thoughts about the brutal combat.
Not to mention ordinary people, even a group of [Tier 3 Grand Wizards] would feel like little rabbits walking into a tiger's cage, their hearts thundering.
