Several minutes later.
Yang Luo and his party arrived at the third small world.
Above, the sky was blood-red, dazzling and terrifying, making one's heart tremble.
Below, the black sea surged fiercely, with over a thousand massive tombs standing tall like great mountains amidst the black waters.
The entire small world was filled with an atmosphere of death; it was gloomy and dark as if they had arrived in the Netherworld.
The merely rising mist even contained a strong corrosiveness.
"Holy shit!"
Bujie's mouth twitched, "What the hell is this place?!"
Ning Jianfeng and the others also had looks of shock in their eyes.
Helian Dongsheng glanced around and exclaimed in alarm, "I'm afraid this is the 'Netherworld Demon Realm', and the guardian of this place must be the Nine-winged Netherworld Dragon!"
No sooner had the voice fallen—
Splash!
The black sea churned violently!
Directly beneath Yang Luo and the others, a huge whirlpool appeared!