The moment Ling Yun stepped into the black mist, he felt as though he had passed through a viscous barrier. The view around him suddenly opened up, yet the light was exceptionally dim. The air was thick with the stench of blood and an aura of despair.
Before him stood an enormous black city of bizarre design. The buildings towered high, and the streets were broad, but there was not a single plant in sight—only cold stone and metal. A purple moon hung in the sky, casting an eerie glow. Slaughter and death could be seen everywhere throughout the city, while screams, mad laughter, and furious roars rang without end.
This was the City of Slaughter, paradise for the fallen.
Ling Yun's arrival immediately drew the attention of several fallen ones nearby. Like sharks that had caught the scent of blood, their eyes gleamed with cruelty and greed as they surrounded him.
"Fresh fat sheep! Hand over everything you have!"
"So tender-looking... He looks delicious..."
"Kill him!"
Several fallen ones at the Soul Emperor and Soul Saint levels lunged at him with savage grins, unleashing all manner of vicious soul skills at Ling Yun.
Ling Yun's gaze was icy, and his heart did not stir in the slightest. Here, mercy was foolishness, and weakness was the original sin. He happened to need slaughter to build up killing intent and temper his will.
He did not even draw the Chaos Measuring Heaven Ruler. With a flicker of his body, he darted through the crowd like a phantom. Fists, palms, fingers, elbows... Every part of his body became a deadly weapon! There were no dazzling soul skills, only the simplest and most effective killing techniques!
Crack! Squelch! Bang!
The sounds of shattering bones, tearing flesh, and exploding bodies rang out one after