Blue and purple crystals intertwined on the chair, flashing with mysterious light as they outlined a wondrous shape resembling a drum tower.
Behind the chair spread wings like those of a bat, seemingly ready to blanket the entire world, exuding overwhelming intimidation.
Seated upon that throne was the King of Slaughter, clad in a blood-red robe, his entire body wrapped within a massive scarlet cloak with a high collar.
His face was pale as paper, like that of someone long afflicted by illness, yet he radiated an aura that chilled one to the bone.
Blood-red hair and eyes.
From afar, he looked like a bloody phantom, making one shudder.
As he looked at Ye Qiu and the other two, the King of Slaughter remained remarkably calm. Even with Spirit Kite Douluo present, he was utterly fearless. In this blood-soaked City of Slaughter, he could be said to be invincible.
"Blood Shura, Hell Envoy."
"I didn't expect us to meet again so soon. Congratulations on successfully passing through Hell Road and becoming the City of Slaughter's new Slaughter Gods."
A hoarse, chilling voice rang through the blood-red chamber.
Hu Liena frowned, finding that voice unbearably grating. She wanted nothing more than to beat the King of Slaughter before her to death!
Spirit Kite Douluo leaned closer to Ye Qiu and transmitted her voice directly to him. "Ye Qiu, stall for a little time. Just a little."
Ye Qiu nodded imperceptibly.
"King of Slaughter, how much sincerity is there in your congratulations? I'm afraid you wished for nothing more than for us to die in Hell Road."
The Eternal Mangekyo in Ye Qiu's eyes spun continuously.
He glanced at the crystal ball in Spirit Kite Douluo's hand, whose energy fluctuations were growing increasingly intense.
Then he looked toward the ground beside the