In the north of Douluo Continent, near the desolate town that had once stood close to Slaughter City.
Countless figures gathered near the center of the town. They were all living beings who survived in this region—humans and soul beasts alike, all failures driven into this place. Their relationships had naturally never been harmonious, yet now they were all focused on the strange bloody glow.
The bloody glow lay at the center of the town. As it twisted, an enormous abyss appeared. Its depths could not be seen, and below was nothing but eerie darkness. Faint, inexplicable auras rose from beneath, making all the surrounding creatures tremble.
This town was considered an outer region used by the rulers of Douluo Continent for exile. It had few resources and few powerful experts, but there was no shortage of knowledgeable people among its inhabitants. The current situation was definitely unfavorable to them.
"What the hell is going on? Could Spirit Hall be trying to wipe us out?"
"Not likely to be Spirit Hall. If they really wanted to wipe us out, we wouldn't have survived at all. Their strength is simply impossible to resist."
"Could it be some important figure in the Empire, unwilling to see power slip away and trying to restore the old order? Have they set their sights on this place?"
"No way! It's not like nobody here has connections outside. Doing something like that would offend a lot of people. No one could possibly be that bold!"
"I heard it was some lunatic who drinks Bloody Mary. Could this be some kind of blood-sacrifice method? Who knows what it might summon? If he really brings out the stuff from Slaughter City, we're all finished."
"The things inside Slaughter City are something even Spirit Hall can't completely deal with.