Slaughter City. A blood moon hung across the sky.
Stepping into Slaughter City once more, Dai Yao looked around for a moment. The corpses strewn everywhere and the pervasive stench of blood made him unable to stop his brow from furrowing.
"It's still like this..."
Slaughter City worshiped slaughter and had no rules. Normal people could not survive here at all. But those who lived here were all villains, so their deaths were not exactly undeserved.
A few villains who had just walked out of the Inner City saw Dai Yao at the end of the road, calm and unruffled, without the slightest trace of bloody aura clinging to him. It was as if they had seen a ghost, and they immediately fled in terror, not daring to meet Dai Yao's eyes again.
They knew who could not be provoked! The instant Dai Yao had just appeared, blood-colored demonic patterns surged beneath his feet, and a blood-colored figure slowly emerged.
Blood-colored waist-length hair drifted in the air. The figure wore a loose robe that hid all bodily features, especially the mask covering the entire face, making it impossible to tell this person's gender. Yet despite the plain clothing, this person was still like a treasured sword hidden in its sheath! Sharp and cold.
"Greetings, Slaughter King!"
At this person's appearance, everyone immediately prostrated themselves on the ground without exception, trembling as they paid their respects, afraid that the slightest carelessness would draw this person's attention.
After the previous Slaughter King disappeared, Slaughter City had fallen into a period of chaos.
This masked person had suddenly appeared, pointed with one hand, and a bloody hole had appeared in the forehead of the latest troublemaker. One step, one kill—almost all of the Inner City in Slaughter City had been slaughtered clean. From