Between heaven and earth, red mist filled every corner, with occasional gray 'clouds' drifting irregularly above.
The air was thick with the smell of sulfur, and deep, long cracks could be seen sporadically on the reddish-brown rocks on the ground.
Dozens of giant shadows stood like mountains on the surface, each over a hundred feet tall, covered in thick fur that bristled with every breath, producing sounds like rolling thunder with billows of white vapor escaping.
Together, they encircled a small area.
Inside, twenty to thirty small, differently clothed humans looked upward, their expressions ranging from shock, anger, fear, to confusion.
"So many cultivators, hehe, flesh and blood filled with spiritual qi; surely it will raise my cultivation to the next level!"
"Surrender, you have no chance."
"Leave a few alive for next month, it's not easy to gather so many Spirit Platform cultivators, don't waste them."
