Chapter 357

They were filled with anticipation.

It is only natural that humans cannot explore it.

There are so few Saint-rank humans.

Difficult Mist Zones may appear from time to time.

A Mist Zone once appeared among the Behemoths.

A full thirty Saint-rank experts were dispatched.

Only then was it brought under control.

However, the rewards were equally astonishing.

Now, seeing that there are still unexplored Mist Zones within the human world.

They were naturally overjoyed.

Mist Zones of this level are rare.

However, they knew very little about this particular Mist Zone.

They were also too disdainful to capture human lords for interrogation.

Thus, they knew nothing about the Spatial Forbidden Zone.

Stepping into the forbidden zone.

A Behemoth Lord's vision suddenly expanded.

Within the forbidden zone, the mist gradually lifts.

Yet, the moment he stepped into the forbidden zone, what he saw was a ground littered with scattered limbs.

These limbs belonged to all kinds of species.

All were extremely gruesome.

But the cuts were remarkably neat and smooth.

"Damn..."

The Behemoth Lord instinctively stepped back.

Although he had explored countless Mist Zones.

this was the first time he had encountered such a scene.

The very first step into the Mist Zone was nothing but corpses.

But with that one step back.

the next step, he did not know where it had brought him.

Ahead lay darkness, a sea of blood, and a tombstone bound by countless iron chains.

A profound, ancient aura rushed toward him.

He whirled around.

But he found that behind him was no longer the outside world.

It was still a sea of mist.

"Today is truly lively."

"So many guests, in fact."

"Pity, not a single qualified guest."

"But never mind, you may play around in this space."

The voice revealed nothing of gender.

Nor did it reveal age.

Indeed, after hearing it, one lost all cognition.

Regarding that voice, one had no idea how it was perceived.

It was not sound.

It was a hallucination generated by the spirit within the mind.

Before this Saint-rank Lord could finish pondering the mystery.

a sentence exploded within his mind!

"Undying Curse."

Whoosh!

In the next instant, he found himself teleported once more.

But intense pain surged through his body!

Boom!

He lost his balance and fell.

He felt that he could no longer control his body.

He suddenly looked down.

But he found his hands were gone.

The arms on his back had also completely vanished.

Indeed, starting from the waist, the lower half of his body had completely disappeared.

Everything was gone.

Only the upper torso remained.

Shoulders without arms, the upper body, and the head.

The cuts were extremely flat.

"Aaaah!"

"Ah!"

White blood flowed from his body.

Yet, there were no signs of death in him.

He suddenly realized.

He could, in fact, still control his arms, legs, and lower body.

But these torsos were no longer on his body.

And in the next instant.

He was transferred again.

This time, he was transferred into a darkness.

No, to be precise, half-darkness.

He suddenly realized he could not even lower his head.

But before him lay a vertical surface of water.

Through this water surface, he could see his own appearance.

He saw that half of his body had vanished from the middle.

The other half of him was somewhere unknown.

Because his eyes offered only a black field of vision, he did not know what to do.

He could feel his body scattered in pieces across different places.

But the excruciating pain.

He tried to communicate with the troop type, but discovered.

He could not communicate with the troop type at all.

Information about the troop type could not be sent from the territory to here.

This mist completely blocked the signal.

"Damn, what the hell kind of place is this?"

"I must escape. I must escape."

He tried every means to wriggle.

Unfortunately, his current body was no longer sufficient to allow him to move enough.

And in the next instant.

He was transferred again.

This time, 703 he was merely a eyeball.