"Little San, you're running the wrong way. Turn into the alley on the left, or I'll crush your Killing Intent Bottle."
That lazy yet bone-chilling voice exploded without warning in the depths of Tang San's mind.
Tang San's sprinting steps suddenly stalled. Because he had braked by force, his tattered cloth shoes scraped across the bluestone slabs with an ear-piercing screech, even plowing two charred black marks into the ground.
"Han! Yu! Chen!"
Tang San clenched his teeth hard, trembling all over with rage, a low growl rumbling in his throat like a beast on the verge of death.
His face, already pale from excessive blood loss, had now turned purplish-red from extreme humiliation and fury. Savage red veins instantly crawled across his eyeballs, as if blood might drip from them at any moment.
This was going too far! This was simply going too far!
That bastard Han Yuchen had not only used him as bait to draw in the monster, but now he actually wanted to micromanage his escape route like he was ordering around a dog!
Tang San instinctively wanted to resist, wanted to break through toward the outside of the city no matter what.
But he did not dare.
That wisp of pure killing intent bestowed on him by the Asura God was his only hope of rebuilding Divine Slaughter's Domain and making a comeback.
And now, the bottle that held all his hope was being casually pinched in Han Yuchen's hand. It was an absolute suffocating feeling, as if his lifeline had been gripped in a death hold.
The dead end on the left was a road to nowhere, completely sealed off by fire and the ruins of collapsed buildings. Once he went in, he would be a turtle in a jar.
"Damn it! Damn it!