Seeking Refuge, Aid in the Snow

Blood Hidden Elder listened quietly, as immovable as a boulder, rapidly analyzing, sorting, and integrating the seemingly disordered pieces of information with his God King level Will.

As the competition for slots in the Thunder Punishment Abyss grew increasingly intense, more and more Chaos Masters were attempting the trials set by the Six Princes. Since there was no rule limiting them to a single attempt, many unwilling Chaos Masters returned to try again after recovering from their injuries.

Now, there had even been an assassination attempt on a prince, proving that the internal power struggle among the Six Princes was far from peaceful. Ordinary Chaos Masters would never have such nerve. Once caught, being utterly reduced to ashes would take only moments.

Yet in the end, those three assassins had escaped unscathed... No one would believe they had no backers behind them!

And the intervention of outside forces—this proved that powerful outsiders wished to challenge the local powers, to stroke the tiger's whiskers.

The situation was treacherous and ever-changing...

No matter what, the Sacred City was now filled with experts. The number of Chaos Masters far exceeded expectations, and the competition was exceptionally brutal.

Blood Hidden Elder lifted the cup of dark red "Blood Thunder Spring Brew" and took another sip. Violent thunder and scorching vitality intertwined within his body, yet they could not shake him in the slightest.

Deep within his murky eyes, that trace of scarlet light slowly flowed, like an undercurrent surging beneath a calm sea of blood.

"Heart of Thunder Source..." Blood Hidden Elder murmured inwardly. "It seems this is... more interesting than expected."

He drained the wine in his cup, feeling its strange flavor circulate through his body. Then he gently set the cup down and tossed out several dozen pieces of Universe Sand.

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