Clap, clap, clap! Several crisp claps rang out across this blood-soaked land. Atop the mountain of piled corpses, Smog, who had vanished long ago, appeared.
Smog's face was filled with barely suppressed delight. He looked at Samlet as though he were gazing upon a rare treasure, and said excitedly:
"I knew it, I knew that once that kid was slaughtered, an old bastard like you would definitely go mad.
Sure enough, my plan didn't go wrong. You really fell to demonic corruption, and you even slaughtered so much high-quality flesh and blood for me. I truly don't know how I should thank you."
Samlet looked at the thing beneath his feet, something that could no longer be distinguished as mud or minced flesh, then the corner of his mouth curved into a smile.
"Only you are left. Once I slaughter you, everything here should be over."
The heavens and earth let out a hum as Samlet's fist appeared on Smog's face.
With a boom, the restored masks on Smog's face shattered one after another, until every mask on his face had been destroyed.
Another boom rang out as Smog was blasted away.
He rolled several times across the ground before coming to a stop. At this moment, like Samlet, Smog was covered in a mixture of mud, blood, and minced flesh.
Seeing all his masks destroyed beneath a single punch from Samlet, the face beneath them was filled with shock.
Back then in the Land of Sin, he had fought Samlet before. But at the time, Samlet had only destroyed one of his masks, and then had nearly been killed by the True God Smog had summoned. Even now, there were still Dao wounds left from that time within his body.
Yet this time, Samlet had blown apart all his