Ever since he transmigrated here, Maxwell had considered himself someone who had experienced many big and small incidents.
In Eden City, he was pressured by over a hundred elite members of the Emporium Academy.
In the Dead City, tens of thousands of undying guards shook the heavens with their mighty auras.
These types of scenes were considered big, right?
They were definitely shocking to the beholders.
But when compared to the situation now, those experiences were simply not on the same level. It simply paled into insignificance.
The surrounding was filled with mountains of dark and gloomy pressure where one could not see where it began or ended. They were all spawned beasts, and high-ranked ones at that. Those silver or below gold rank spawned beasts were basically unqualified to show up at this occasion.
Maxwell thought that he would die in this place.
But now, he was dumbfounded!
