His gaze swept over the "monsters" on the arena—fearless of death, horrifically wounded, yet no less capable of fighting. His nostrils twitched almost imperceptibly as he caught, beneath the stench of blood, an exceedingly faint bitterness nearly concealed in the air—the scent of a certain mixed drug.
"Burning the origin of life, overdrawing the potential of the soul, forcibly stimulating the body's latent potential, suppressing most pain nerves, while mixing in a compound toxin that stabilizes Soul Power and induces frenzy..."
He murmured in a voice so steady that it carried not the slightest fluctuation, yet as cold as ice that had never melted for ten thousand years on the Great Northern Ice Plains. Every word carried bone-piercing chill.
"Destroying one's foundation completely and sacrificing decades of lifespan in exchange for physical strength and Soul Power beyond one's level for a brief time... Mass-produced, disposable war puppets."
His gaze fell upon the high platform once more.
This time, there was no attempt to conceal it. It was sharp as a blade, as though it would pierce through that luxurious papal robe and stare directly into the cold, calculating heart beneath.
"Bibi Dong..."
A chilling curve tugged at Han Yuchen's lips. There was not the slightest trace of amusement in it, only endless mockery and icy malice.
"To force out a few Trump Cards, to wear down a few 'potential threats,' you laid out such a feast of rotten flesh and maggots in the name of 'death warriors'..."
"The way you eat is truly ugly."
The situation on the arena had completely spiraled out of control under Dark Star Academy's utterly unreasonable, life-disregarding, attack-without-defense mad-dog style of fighting.
The Shrek Seven Devils had experienced many brutal battles and faced savage opponents, but what they feared most were things like this—creatures