Lin Xia walked at the very front, his back looking a little blurred under the sickly green light.
"A place where Soul Skills can't be used."
He paused, his voice echoing hollowly over the stone steps.
"A battlefield that worships only slaughter and strength. The most primitive, most brutal arena of Asura."
Dugu Yan clenched her fists. The cold touch of the Brass Knuckles steadied her slightly.
"Slaughter City?"
She had heard of this legendary name, but she had never imagined that one day she would truly set foot there.
"Mm."
Lin Xia answered and said no more.
At the end of the stone steps, the view suddenly opened up.
What appeared before everyone's eyes was a boundless wasteland shrouded beneath a dark red sky.
The sky hung low. There was no sun, moon, or stars, only dark red clouds that never dispersed, like congealed blood.
The earth was charred black, and white smoke carrying the smell of sulfur occasionally rose from the cracked fissures.
In the distance, shadowy outlines of buildings seemed to loom, but they could not be seen clearly.
The air was thick with a bloody stench that would not disperse, with killing intent, and with a mad will that made even the soul feel oppressed.
This place seemed like a shard of purgatory abandoned by the gods.
A massive black city gate stood at the edge of the wasteland. The gate was tightly shut, carved with hideous patterns of skulls and demons.
Above the gate, written in some dark red material that looked as if it might drip blood at any moment, were four savage characters—
Slaughter City.
In front of the gate, on a stretch of empty scorched earth, scattered figures sat or stood here and there.
Those people were dressed in rags, their eyes