Perhaps they had been imprisoned here for far too long—so long that their willpower had crumbled. As a result, every living being here had begun to seek release.
If you put yourself in their shoes, you would understand. A lifetime of imprisonment in a single place, unable to go anywhere. Their Cultivation Levels could not advance a single inch. They saw no hope and could not even die. On top of it all, they had to endure all manner of mental and physical torment.
Their only end was to wait for this world to crumble, piece by piece, until they finally vanished along with it.
The mere thought was suffocating. No one would ever want to suffer such a fate.
And so, death became the ultimate release for them—the one thing they had always craved.
In the past, no one could kill the beings imprisoned in Earth Demon Cliff. Even if they died a temporary death, they would simply spring back up from the earth like mold.
A brief death offered them a fleeting moment of peace.
