At the very moment Han Yuchen's cold, cruel killing command, utterly devoid of human emotion, kept echoing over the ruins of Heaven Dou City's western district...
The view passed through the heavy layers of rock, heading downward all the way.
Deep within Heaven Dou City's tangled underground waterways, the originally dark, damp space had now been completely transformed into a hair-raising hell on earth.
The air was filled with a stench of blood so thick it almost turned solid. Every breath felt like swallowing viscous rust.
At the center of the vast underground plaza, a giant Blood Sacrifice Array over a hundred meters in diameter was operating madly.
Countless dark-red energy lines, like thick blood vessels with lives of their own, throbbed violently across the hard stone walls all around, letting out dull thumps of "thud, thud," as if the earth itself were convulsing in pain.
At the very core of this enormous array, Nightmare Douluo was staring fixedly at a huge crystal ball hovering before him.
The loose black robe on his body was completely soaked through with cold sweat, clinging tightly to his withered, twiglike skin and bringing waves of sticky chill.
His cloudy eyes, sunken deep in their sockets, were now trembling violently from extreme fear, covered in hideous red blood vessels.
The surface of the crystal ball gave off a faint glow, and inside it, the scene that had happened not long ago in the western district plaza replayed over and over.
In the image, the young man named Han Yuchen had both hands in his pockets, his posture extraordinarily relaxed. Beneath his feet, that dazzling hundred-thousand-year blood-colored Soul Ring, radiating terrifying pressure, slowly rose.
Immediately afterward, a hundred-zhang-tall Asura God Shadow descended with divine might that could sever souls, only to be shattered directly into