His gaze passed over several burning blocks. The central square of Heaven Dou City's eastern district had long since lost its former prosperity.
The once flat, broad bluestone ground now looked as if it had been bombarded by a swarm of meteorites, smashed full of enormous, bottomless craters.
The surrounding shops and buildings were like toy blocks ravaged by a gale, most of them already collapsed into ruins.
A nauseating stench filled the air, a poisonous gas produced by blood mixing with some highly decayed substance.
Dozens of Shadow Demon remains lay scattered all over the ground.
These monsters mutated by Shadow Spores had died in horrific states. Some had been cleaved cleanly in half by sharp weapons, their organs spilled across the ground; others had been smashed directly into shapeless puddles of meat paste by the terrifying force of some blunt weapon.
Sticky black blood gathered into little streams, winding along the cracks in the ground with a scalp-numbing "gurgle."
At the very center of this slaughterhouse built from monster corpses, a familiar figure stood hunched over, panting violently like a broken bellows.
It was Tang San.
But his current state sent a shudder from the depths of the soul.
A dark-red mist so dense it had almost become tangible was churning madly around him.
It was the top-tier domain countless soul masters on Douluo Continent dreamed of—Divine Slaughter's Domain. Yet at this moment, this domain that originally represented the ultimate in slaughter and coldness was undergoing an unbelievably terrifying mutation.
The Shadow Spores in the air, invisible to the naked eye, were like piranhas that had smelled blood, burrowing madly into the dark-red mist.
Under the low-dimensional laws of Douluo Continent, Divine Slaughter's Domain might have been an utterly tyrannical existence, but before the high-dimensional Shadow Origin that