"First, check out the Blood Tyrant's territory, then find a Demon King to test the waters, and finally fish out the Demon Bat, figure out a way to return to the Mortal World."
Wayne quickly finalized his plan, his form flickered a few times, arriving at a vast blood sea.
Blood waves rolled, without a trace of white foam, a shimmering expanse full of thick, bloody scent.
In the blood sea, symbolizing pain and sin, fragments of ships rolled, sails stained with blood, filth everywhere, a huge wave surged, tossing severed limbs and remains of unknown creatures into the air.
Simple, brutal fear, using massive amounts of blood to create a strong visual impact, making one feel uncomfortable both physically and mentally.
Wayne covered his mouth and nose, stopped breathing, compared to the pungent smell of Hell, London's smog could be considered a pleasure.
It had the scent of industrial pollution, the smell of civilization.
Freedom, yet sophisticated!
