Chapter 389: Chapter 388: Entering

Cheng Zicheng hummed, "You better not slow us down. I feel like I've made considerable progress recently, and this is a good chance to show it off."Gu Li chuckled, "Me too, I'm gradually getting the hang of it. I believe my future lies in becoming a master of Time management, to truly grasp the mysteries of Time."

Tang San nodded and said, "I'll make some hidden weapons for you, and new Array Plates. Let's skip the mountain climbing for the next two days. Everyone should get used to working together and master the use of these new weapons."

Hearing about the new weapons, the eyes of Wu Bingji and his three companions instantly lit up. If it's made by Tang San, it must be top-quality!

Two days flashed by quickly, and the day to enter Hell's Garden arrived. Early in the morning, the five members of Tang San's group had already checked out of their hotel rooms and gathered at the Spirit Rhinoceros shop.

Xu Ziran was already waiting there. He handed a storage ring to Tang San and whispered a few words of caution before sending them off in the Spirit Rhinoceros shop's carriage.

The inside of the carriage was spacious, but the windows had been sealed shut. This was the rule; no one was allowed to know the location of the entrance to Hell's Garden.

Those participating in Hell's Garden team battle would all gather at one spot, and then these enclosed carriages, with Spiritual Power insulation, would be driven by designated personnel from the Ancestral Court to the entrance of Hell's Garden.

Inside the carriage, five sets of clothing neatly lay prepped. They were all tailored to their sizes.

All of the outfits were black, including tight black suits, complete with a head covering that only left the eyes and nose visible. Once donned with this attire and head covering, aside from body shape, nothing else could be discerned.

This was to ensure that none of the participants in Hell's Garden's team battle could see their opponents before entry, adding a layer of mystery.

Tang San nodded at his teammates, and they quickly changed into the competition black clothes. Seeing each other unrecognizable after donning the head coverings, a smile curved at the corner of Tang San's mouth. For him, the more mysterious the upcoming team battle, the better.

The carriage ride was lengthy, pausing twice along the way, yet no sound came from the outside. Inside the carriage, only four crystals embedded in the corners of the ceiling emitted a faint light, ensuring it wasn't too dark.

All five of them were resting with their eyes closed, keeping themselves in peak condition.

After about an hour, Tang San suddenly opened his eyes because he distinctly felt the presence of an immense Spiritual Power enveloping them from outside. In other words, from this moment, they were unable to sense anything outside with their Spiritual Power.

Tang San closed his eyes once again.

Another half hour passed, and the carriage finally came to a halt. All the isolation seemed to vanish at that moment, and a hustle of noises began to filter in from the outside.

"Get off!"

Tang San nodded to his companions and took the lead stepping down from the carriage.

Outside, the sunlight was bright, and stepping out from the dimly lit interior of the carriage, he squinted his eyes to adjust to the light. He was also swiftly surveying his surroundings.

What lay before him was a valley with steep rock walls on both sides. At that moment, they were standing on a wide passage in the middle of these rock walls. The valley stretched forward, and he could see that, although the rock walls on both sides were precipitous, they bore a variety of lush vegetation.

The Life Aura here was exceptionally rich, not separated into different attributes as it was inside the Ancestral Court, but blended together. It felt more like an enhanced version of the Life Aura in Jiali City.

At that moment, in this valley, there were around a dozen carriages clustered together. Participants, varying in build but all dressed in black with head coverings, were disembarking one by one from the carriages.

His companions naturally gathered behind Tang San. They noticed that there were no drivers on the carriages, as if they had come here on their own accord.

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Two tall figures of an unknown race stood guard ahead. They could be distinguished from the combatants by their attire: although they also wore black and head coverings, their clothes were marked with red patterns.

"Each of you has already received your own identification tag. Remember, wear your tag. If you come out without your own tag for identification, you will be killed without mercy," one of the guards in black with red patterns said coldly.

The tags came with the clothes, and of course, Tang San and his four companions also had theirs. Their identification numbers were from eleven to fifteen.

These tags undoubtedly related to the betting arrangements for the group battles at the Grand Animal Fighting Arena. Upon leaving Hell's Garden, the tags needed to be handed over immediately to confirm the order. At the same time, it was necessary to register and verify the identity for the combatants.

The group battles at the Ancestral Court required sponsorship, and every competing team had a sponsor behind them, not to mention a substantial deposit had to be paid. If a team was annihilated, the deposit would not be refunded. Still, many forces were willing to sponsor teams for the group battles.

It was like betting on horses; sponsoring a team gave one the advantage of familiarity with their condition, which naturally was beneficial when placing bets. Moreover, if the sponsored team managed to survive, the sponsors would receive a reward several times the amount of their deposit.

However, while there were many willing sponsors, it was not easy to say whether suitable combatants could be found.

Tang San hung his identification tag on his left chest. As a team, it didn't matter who wore which number. Wearing the tags made it easier to identify teammates. Of course, this was only at the beginning. If they were separated inside, and teammates were killed or their tags stolen, that was another matter. There had been cases where imposters killed other competitors.

"Enter the passage." The guard with the red patterns pointed to the depths of the passage ahead.

The corridor stretched straight ahead, but the scenery in the distance seemed somewhat illusory, invisibly giving off an oppressive feeling. After all, this place was called Hell's Garden!

The other groups of contestants had already started walking deeper, and as they had made it this far, they were certainly aware of the rules. Fighting before entering Hell's Garden was strictly forbidden; otherwise, the punishment was instant execution.

Following the other competitors, they moved forward. After a hundred meters, strange whispering sounds filled the air.

These sounds seemed to carry a peculiar magic power, causing participants to feel a bit muddleheaded.

Tang San noticed something was wrong the instant he heard them, but he also realized that under the influence of these whispers, his Spiritual Power became sluggish, and his thinking slowed down.

He didn't attempt to fight it; undoubtedly, there were strong individuals from the Ancestral Court observing all who entered Hell's Garden at this entrance. If he used his divine consciousness to clear his mind at this moment, it would be too conspicuous.

After walking for about another ten minutes, they came to an undisclosed distance when suddenly, the view ahead opened up.

Tang San faintly felt as if they had passed through a large gate, and beyond it lay an entirely new world.

It was an incredibly wondrous world, where strange light and shadows flowed through the air. The scenery before them was not clear, yet it gave off an exotic and fantastic impression.

If one focused on those lights and shadows too carefully, their spirits would even feel as if they were sinking.

At that moment, the identification tags on their chests emitted a slight heat, waking up the competitors present.

Tang San suddenly discovered that the identification tags on the chests of different teams gave off different glows. From their Shrek Team's five tags, there was a faint green halo. S~eaʀᴄh the NôvelFire(.)net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

The next instant, the bizarre world of light and shadows in front of them seemed to distort violently. Then, he felt a whirlwind sensation, as if something had devoured him, and the surrounding space underwent drastic changes.

Indeed, it was a separate space, a separate plane.

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