Wang Yan, Meng Po, and the four Asuras, including Shadowless, stood at the entrance of the Hell Abyss, looking up at the opening several hundred zhang above them. Because it was so far, the opening appeared only the size of a basin.
Meng Po pointed at the opening and said, "This entrance of the Hell Abyss was personally crafted by King Yama; you can enter, but not leave. When you try to fly upwards, your Divine Power becomes disordered, and you may fall at any time. Alas, even I can't escape it."
Wang Yan frowned slightly and said, "Let me try first."
Upon saying that, Wang Yan stomped his feet on the ground, his body leaping into the air.
Just as Wang Yan's feet left the ground, he immediately felt a subtle airflow surrounding him, causing his body to tilt erratically. Even the simplest flying technique became uncontrollable.
"As expected, there's a trick to it."
