Demon Suppression Tower The first floor is a huge circular prison, like a hollowed-out mountain.
It is surrounded by pitch-black stone walls that are as high as the top, and are covered with densely packed suppression runes, exuding heart-stopping spiritual power fluctuations, completely eliminating any possibility of escaping from prison.
In the center of the prison is a vast open space, which is also the only "breathing area" here.
At this moment, hundreds of prisoners were gathered in twos and threes in this open space.
Each of them has a fierce aura and fierce eyes. Even though their cultivation is suppressed by the "Transformation Formation", the overwhelming evil spirit honed from the sea of blood in the corpse mountain has not diminished at all, almost dyeing the entire space dark red.
Those who can be imprisoned here are all desperadoes who have committed heinous crimes outside and whose hands are stained with the blood of innocent people.
When Lin Feng, the "newcomer" who seemed to have no strength and an aura as ordinary as a mortal, walked in slowly.
The entire prison fell into an eerie silence for an instant.
All the talking, fighting, and shouting stopped. Hundreds of eyes, like searchlights, focused on him.
The look in his eyes was like that of a group of wild dogs that had been hungry for three days and three nights and saw a piece of tender, juicy and steaming pork belly.
Full of unabashed greed, banter and excitement about having a feast.
"Hey, there's a new guy here? He's a pretty boy with thin skin and tender flesh."
A hoarse sound, like two pieces of sandpaper being rubbed together, broke the suffocating silence.
Among the crowd, a bare-chested man with a height of nine feet, a muscular back, and muscles all over his body were as knotted as iron knots, slowly walked out.
There were several hideous scars crisscrossing his face, one of which even split from his forehead, nearly destroying his left eye.
A pair of eyes showed a strange blood-red color, full of beast-like violence and madness.
The most eye-catching thing was his large, dark red hands that were different from ordinary people, as if they had been soaked in blood for hundreds of years.
He is the overlord of the first level of Demon Suppression Tower. He once slaughtered three cities with one hand of "Bloody Hand Seal" and was captured alive only by the cooperation of several Demon Suppression Division masters.
Bloody-Handed Human Butcher!
He walked step by step, his steps heavy, and each step seemed to step on the heartbeats of everyone. The invisible pressure made the prisoners around him subconsciously take half a step back.
"Looking at you, you don't look like one of our kind."
Bloody-Handed Human Butcher walked up to Lin Feng, and the shadow cast by his huge body completely enveloped Lin Feng.
Looking down at him from a high position, his big palm-like hands, carrying a strong smell of blood, patted Lin Feng's cheek in an insulting manner, and said with a sinister smile, "Boy, do you understand the rules here?"
Lin Feng didn't speak, but slowly stood up from the dirty ground and patted the dust off his body.
Raising his head, those clear eyes stared at Bloody-Handed Human Butcher calmly, without fear, anger, or even the slightest emotion, as if they were looking at a stone on the roadside.
This kind of calmness made Bloody-Handed Human Butcher feel a little bit inexplicably unhappy.
He was used to newcomers' fear, trembling and begging for mercy, and this kind of disregard made him feel that his authority was being challenged.
"You don't speak? You seem to be a tough guy."
The grin on Bloody-Handed Human Butcher's face became more cruel, and he stretched out his scarlet tongue and licked his chapped lips.
"Here, I am the rule! Either kneel down now, kowtow to me a hundred times, and then crawl over like a dog to lick the soles of my shoes clean. I may consider accepting you as my most humble slave. Or..."
Before he could finish speaking, his voice suddenly stopped.
Because Lin Feng moved.
No one even saw clearly how he took action.
A second ago, he was standing there quietly.
The next second, a blurry afterimage was close to Bloody-Handed Human Butcher's chest.
A fist that looked ordinary, even a little white, was so lightly printed on Bloody-Handed Human Butcher's chest, which was comparable to fine steel.
There is no earth-shattering momentum, no gorgeous light and shadow effects, just like a friendly slap between friends.
"... die."
Lin Feng finished the last word for him in the deepest voice.
[6850 times critical hit trigger!]
Poof!
Time seemed to slow down at this moment. The ferocious smile on Bloody-Handed Human Butcher's face instantly solidified, and was then replaced by endless horror and disbelief.
He lowered his head and saw only that his chest was sinking deeply at a speed visible to the naked eye, forming a terrifying fist mark vortex!
An indescribable terrifying force that seemed to be able to completely crush the stars in the sky, earth, and stars rushed into his body along the seemingly powerless fist!
His internal organs, his limbs, and his proud and strong body that had been tempered for decades were as fragile as ice and snow under the sun in front of this unreasonable force, being washed away, melted, and annihilated in an instant!
Without even being able to utter a scream, the overlord who had dominated the first floor for decades fell straight backwards.
The body began to disintegrate in mid-air. The muscles, bones, and internal organs were all transformed into the most primitive particles under the terrifying Power of Destruction. Finally, with a "bang", it exploded into a cloud of blood mist, leaving not even a broken bone the size of a fingernail.
[Ding! Successfully killed Martial Soul Realm fifth level warrior!]
[Crit Multiplier is increased to 7000 times! Get Crit Points 10000000 points!]
The whole prison was deathly silent.
You can hear a needle drop.
Everyone seemed to have been cast a restraining spell, staring blankly at the blood mist slowly spreading in the open space, their minds going blank.
"The blood...Boss Bloody Hand... is just... gone?"
One prisoner said tremblingly, his voice full of unreality.
"One punch? This is impossible! How could he have such power in Mortality Transformation Grand Formation?!"
"Monster! He's a monster!"
After a brief period of death, there is extreme fear and madness! In the understanding of these desperadoes, incomprehensible power is equivalent to a huge threat!
"He must have used some secret method! He must be at the end of his tether now!"
A prisoner who was close screamed, with greed and madness in his eyes, "Kill him! The secrets in him are ours!"
"That's right! Let's go together! Kill him!"
The instinct of survival and the fear of the unknown turned into the most primitive violence.
Hundreds of extremely vicious desperadoes, like sharks whose ferocity was completely stimulated by the blood, swarmed crazily towards Lin Feng from all directions.
Lin Feng stood in the center of the blood mist, with no expression on his face.
Looking at the humanoid "experience packs" rushing towards him, a cold arc formed at the corner of his mouth.
"Very good, worry-free."
The moment he finished speaking, he moved.
It was not a battle, but a one-sided massacre that was so efficient it was almost artistic.
Lin Feng's figure turned into a black lightning that could not be caught with the naked eye, moving freely through the chaotic crowd.
Every time he punched, he accurately hit a target, and the terrifying power of the critical strike turned a living human body into a shower of blood without any suspense.
With each kick, the strong wind was like an invisible giant axe, cutting several prisoners in half, causing their internal organs and blood to fly away.
Sometimes his fingers were like a sword, easily slitting a prisoner's throat.
Sometimes the five fingers become claws and directly crush the other's Tianling Cap.
He even casually grabbed a prisoner who was trying to attack him, used it as a humanoid weapon, and swept it in a circle. The "click" sound of broken bones could be heard, and then the "weapon" was torn in half by him.
Here, there is no True Qi, no artistic conception, only the purest and most primitive aesthetics of violence.
And Lin Feng is the pinnacle of this violent aesthetics!
Screams, wails, bones breaking, flesh exploding... were intertwined into a symphony of hell.
But the music is so short, it stops abruptly in less than one stick of incense.
Except for Lin Feng, there was no one standing in the entire prison.
The thick plasma formed a stream and flowed slowly on the ground, reaching up to the ankles. Broken limbs and broken arms could be seen everywhere, and the fishy-sweet blood was so rich that it almost solidified.
The entire first level has turned into a veritable Shura Hell.
Lin Feng stood in the center of the mountain of corpses Blood Sea, but his body was strangely spotless.
He slowly closed his eyes, feeling the fighting spirit in his body that was boiling slightly due to this killing, and the numbers in his mind that kept rising.
"A real man should roll up his sleeves and do it!"
"This is called killing monsters."