The inner city of the City of Slaughter knew no true peace. Even in the so-called "rest area," the air was always thick with a bloody stench that kept one's nerves taut.
Han Yuchen and Leng Yuebai did not bother looking for one of those inns that specialized in exploiting newcomers. Instead, they found a black stone house that looked somewhat more acceptable.
As for its original residents?
Three still-warm corpses were unceremoniously tossed out the window, becoming dinner for the stray dogs on the street.
"This place is fairly clean."
Han Yuchen looked around. The stone house's furnishings were crude and simple. Other than a massive stone bed and several animal hides, there was almost nothing inside. Dark red bloodstains marked the walls, but at least there was none of that nauseating stench of decay.
He casually took out two brand-new sets of bedding from his Storage Soul Tool—although their soul skills were sealed, this passive storage space that required no Soul Power to activate could still be used—and spread them out.
"Get some rest first," he said to Leng Yuebai. "That fight just now was only a warm-up, but it gave me a deeper understanding of this place's rules. Pure physical strength and technique do indeed dominate here, but..."
A sharp glint flashed through his eyes.
"That constant mental corrosion, as though it wants to drag people into the abyss of madness, is the deadliest thing of all."
Leng Yuebai nodded, sat cross-legged on the stone bed, and closed her eyes to rest.
Even a Titled Douluo would suffer a tremendous mental impact after remaining too long in an environment filled with malice and the desire to kill. She had to stay alert at all times to avoid being assimilated by that force.
Just then, a faint knock