The Soul Abyss was in the southeast direction of the Netherworld Mountains, within the sphere of influence of the Protoss Judgment Hall.

It is a long and narrow canyon flanked by towering cliffs, and the bottom of the valley is shrouded in thick fog all year round, preventing the sun from shining through.

It was filled with all kinds of spiritual herbs, and it was a rare treasure trove of elixirs in the fifteen heavens of the heavenly realm.

The Protoss Judgment Hall had arranged heavy troops here to surround the Soul Abyss, and only the core members of the Judgment Hall could enter.

Chen Ping and Jiang Xuelan fell a hundred miles away from the Soul Abyss.

“You wait for me here.” Chen Ping said.

Jiang Xuelan frowned: “Do you want me to wait alone again?” ”