In the eyes of ordinary people, Song Changsheng's actions were no different from courting death. The Third Killing Formation Under Heaven had not earned its name casually.
It was called "Third Under Heaven" not because it was weaker than the other two killing formations, but because of the slaughter wrought by the original masters of the four great killing arrays.
The mighty figure who had controlled the "Third Under Heaven" back then had stained his hands with endless blood. The wronged souls ground to death by the formation numbered in the hundreds of millions, and the people of the world trembled at his killing.
From his rise to fame until his fall, he had dominated the world for only a few hundred years. Yet throughout that time, he had never ceased his slaughter. The Human Race had only just broken free from the oppression of the myriad races and was at the crucial stage of accumulating strength, yet because of him, they had nearly failed at the last step. It had been the darkest hour of the Human Race.
Only after countless Human Race powerhouses joined forces and paid an exceedingly grievous price had they barely managed to suppress him, eventually grinding him to death bit by bit with time.
If not for him, the Human Race could have risen at least three hundred years earlier.
He had already killed without batting an eye, yet compared to the other two predecessors, he fell far short.
The Demon Race mighty figure who controlled the "Second Killing Formation Under Heaven" had first used his own entire clan—or rather, his entire race—as material for a Blood Sacrifice, refining the formation's true intent of slaughter. He had then Blood Sacrificed three entire hostile races as well.
He rarely acted, but whenever he activated the