It was as if he could feel the rage from the abyss.
Endless crimson rose from the darkness, surging and rampaging forward in a straight line. Regardless of the immense cost, it pierced layer upon layer of rock and engulfed the entire Steel Temple.
Ancient East Xia texts once said: when a common man raged, blood would splash three feet high.
But when an emperor raged, a million corpses would fall and blood would flow for a thousand miles.
And when the rage of an entire fallen kingdom descended upon Huai Shi's head, it was as though all the death of the abyss had fallen from the sky, swallowing everything.
The blood tax that countless Abyssal Swarms dared not delay, even at the cost of slaughtering their own kin and launching mad expeditions, was essentially a sacrifice offered by the subjugated to the Lord of the Fallen Kingdom at the price of their lives.
In every depth, every hell, among the countless swarms ruled by the fallen kingdom, the lives and souls contained within every drop of abyssal blood had accumulated over the years like precious treasure.
And now, treasure lay piled like mountains, while death stretched like a sea.
The crimson storm howled from thousands of miles away, making steel shudder and wail. In an instant, monsters erupting from the scarlet flood swallowed the earth, the sky, and everything else.
As far as the eye could see, everything danced in scarlet.
Close at hand were the monsters and minions of the abyss and hell.
It was no longer just the stars in the sky. Everything had become their enemy.
Yet steel still stood tall, carving through the endless crimson.
The temple resounded.
Cruel light spilled down.
"Now this is more like it."
Standing on the prow of the Solar