Many hands make light work, and this isn't just an empty saying.
As millions of martial artists surged in, even the white hair couldn't block them, overwhelmed by the crowd.
Su Han blended in with the crowd along with Du Yao and entered the Black Abyss. After all, everyone else was rushing in; staying still would be too conspicuous.
Inside the Black Abyss, it was pitch black, with no light at all. Even Su Han's Nine Heavens Eye couldn't see clearly.
Moreover, the cold within the Black Abyss was incredibly daunting. The deeper one went, the stronger the cold became. Many weaker martial artists were already frozen into ice sculptures, their lives extinguished.
But even more people continued to rush downward, not knowing what awaited them below, gambling their lives on luck.
"Stay close to me, we're not rushing down just yet!"
Although Su Han was among the crowd, he didn't charge ahead; instead, he stopped in place.
