In the first level of hell, two figures were traveling in a strange way.

They trampled the ground hard, and used the reaction force to jump to the ground above, but at this time the above became the below, and then they repeated the trampling process and jumped back and forth, just like a jumping spider with extremely strong jumping ability, jumping and shuttling rapidly between two layers of wooden boards.

"All hells without sky curtains usually use this method to travel." The death madman in front flipped his body during the flight, like a dancing red butterfly. "It's much faster than simply flying, and it can also help you get familiar with this special combat environment of 'heaven and earth are useless.'"

"Aerial combat in this environment is much more complicated than normal aerial combat. Upside down can be reversed at any time, causing people to misjudge the distance. Combined with illusions, space and other miracles that can confuse positions, a skilled demigod can completely dodge all attacks by moving around, and can even beat the enemy so hard that they can't fight back."

"Demigods who are good at trap setting and long-range attacks are more powerful here - if they know how to take advantage of the special upside-down environment. However, if a demigod who is good at physical skills learns to use the uselessness of heaven and earth to quickly approach the enemy, he will not be too bad. In the final analysis, any magician who does not know how to adapt to local conditions will become the bottom of the food chain."

Along the way, the death madman did not talk about what Ash cared about most, but instead introduced the common sense of hell. She knew what Ash wanted to hear, but she just didn't say it.

Ash didn't ask any further questions. Firstly, he had no means to threaten Si Kuang. Si Kuang could blow smoke rings at him, but he couldn't even touch her body. Secondly, he actually still had a little trust in Si Kuang.

Perhaps it was because she was the one who had given Ash warmth in Broken Lake Prison, or perhaps it was the concern she showed when she mentioned Sonia that prevented Ash from completely treating her as an enemy.

Hell was not as desolate as Ash had imagined, but it was not lush either. If one had to describe it, it was like "a land with depleted resources." Sparse weeds, turbid small lakes, large patches of filthy mud, everything was withered everywhere, and there was no visual impact, but it made people feel that this was hell.

The most peculiar thing was that Ash had flown for so long but never saw any roads. If you look closely, you can indeed see some animal paths, but this is a hell where demigod magicians gather. Any one of them can easily dig out a shortcut with a map cannon, which only means that no one here needs to walk.

In reality, two-winged magicians don’t have to walk, but in order to take care of ordinary people and one-winged magicians, the basic road systems of the six countries are very complete. Moreover, because there is a powerful political government that controls the magician group, even two-winged magicians and even holy realm magicians cannot fly at will.

But there are no ordinary people in hell, nor is there a unified government, so demigods naturally fly around as they please. Infrastructure like roads, which best reflect civilization, are unnecessary in a hell where the overall level of magicians is ridiculously high.

and……

"Why is hell so empty?" Ash suddenly asked.

They had traveled at least a dozen kilometers, but there was no living creature along the way. No wild animals, flying insects, magicians, or even the ghosts that should exist in hell. Everywhere they looked was silence.

He doubted that there were any bacteria or parasites even in the lake water.

"This is what the world eaten by Ouroboros looks like." Death Maniac said calmly, "We seem to be almost at the first place."

Suddenly, a field of flowers appeared in front of him, blue roses, red roses, white lilies. After looking at the cold-toned hell for so long, the sudden warm tones made Ash's eyes brighten. But perhaps because the flowers were too dense and too bright, Ash felt an indescribable discomfort after looking at them for a few more seconds. He almost lost his balance when jumping back and forth and fell to the ground.

"Don't look around, stare at my back." Death Maniac said, "This is the 'Wild' outside the Ten Strings Mansion. It affects people's spatial perception through vision, touch, and smell. Looking at it for a long time will have a serious impact on the visual system. Even if you can resist the erosion, the Wild will leave a mark on your pupil. The demigod of the Ten Strings Mansion can detonate the mark through wonders, making every remaining hole in your body bloom with flowers."

Ash felt a chill run down his spine when he heard this and stared intently at the cloak of the Death Maniac.

A strange thought suddenly popped up in his mind: Was it because he was going to follow her today that Si Kuang gave up her mature style of miniskirt and mink jacket and chose her current conservative and noble Blood Saint outfit?

"What is the Ten Strings Mansion...?"

"It's a demigod organization in the first level of hell." Death Maniac introduced: "I remember the director is 'Shenyin', and the deputy director is 'Ran Gang', both of them are second level in strength. Although it's an organization, it's just a small distribution center."

"Double?"

"Hmm? Didn't You Mo introduce you to the power division of demigods?"

"It's Vichy." Ash said seriously, "It's not the ghost you know."

Death Maniac snorted contemptuously, and after a moment he said, "Just like the six levels of hell, demigods are also divided into six levels, from level one to level six. When a demigod fully condenses the fifth virtual wing, he officially becomes a level one demigod."

"But the fifth and sixth virtual wings are different from the other virtual wings. They have no upper limit and can be accumulated and extended infinitely. So after condensing one level of wings, you can also condense the second level."

"But the demigod soon discovered that every time a new level of wings is condensed, the difficulty of condensing the following levels will increase dramatically. If it takes fifty years to condense one level of wings, then the second level of wings will take nearly five hundred years."

“Although the difficulty has increased, the degree of enhancement for the magician of each level of wings is the same, which means that in theory, a second-level demigod is only twice as strong as a first-level demigod.” Death Maniac said leisurely: “A sixth-level demigod is only 20% stronger than a fifth-level demigod... Do you think it will be like this?”

"Of course not." Ash said calmly: "When a demigod spends more than ten times the time to condense one more level, his qualifications, accumulation, and insights will inevitably increase. More importantly, Vichy said that the fifth virtual wing is the 'thief's wing', which not only means that the demigod wants to steal knowledge from the virtual world, but also implies that the competition and fighting between demigods is almost limitless!"

"That's right." Death Maniac laughed, "A weak demigod will find it difficult to condense even the first level of wings, and will soon become cannon fodder. Every additional level of wings condensed means that the demigod has defeated at least ten times more competitors of the same level."

“Only thieves can survive in hell, and only the cruelest scum can rise in hell!” Death Maniac’s eyes flashed with reminiscence, “When we were first promoted to demigod, if the Viewer hadn’t colluded with the Phantom Demon, there might not be anything left of us…”

Ash asked calmly, "Did you become demigods together?"