The violent tremors spread throughout the entire Rusty Tower Forest in just half a minute.
Countless fractured towers swayed, yet showed no supernatural reaction.
In this remote Hell, there were no longer any indigenous creatures; all were Hell Villages migrated from other depths.
Dozens of villages occupied resource-rich spaces, warring with each other just like in many other hells.
Until now, no true ruler has emerged, only because of the abundant water resources is there some semblance of life.
Should the water descending from the clouds and tower peaks disappear, they would likely set out again, heading elsewhere.
This is Hell.
The instant the Sun fell, it attracted countless gazes.
In just half an hour, the ruins of the Great Tooth Tribe were flooded with people. Legions from various villages had already sealed off inside and outside.
"Treasure!"
