They were followers who had failed to cultivate evil arts, or ordinary people kidnapped because their physiques were unsuitable. Their minds had been destroyed by drugs and secret techniques, leaving them with only the most basic instincts. Treated as the lowest slaves, they handled the sect's most filthy work.
Soon, a second blood slave appeared, then a third...
They worked in silence, gathering the foul-smelling waste with iron claws and pushing it deeper into the passage.
This underground sewer was actually a production line for the Blood Soul Sect to dispose of "waste"!
The living people who had vanished from the city, the remains of those drained of their blood essence—all of them eventually ended up here, becoming the daily work of these walking corpses.
The icy killing intent in Lu Yuan's chest seemed to have been plunged into a red-hot iron, boiling over in an instant.
His original target had only been Zhou Kui.
But now, he wanted to burn this place—and the entire system that devoured people—to the ground!
He didn't act rashly.
Though the blood slaves were addled, any disturbance might trigger an instinctive reaction, like screaming. In this deathly silent underground, one scream would be enough to get him killed.
He waited patiently.
A blood slave pushed a pile of filth past the shadow where he was hiding. The stench was almost suffocating, but Lu Yuan remained as motionless as a real rock.
The instant the blood slave passed the corner, Lu Yuan moved.
He didn't continue along the main passage. There were too many blood slaves there. Instead, his gaze fixed on an inconspicuous side branch.
It was a narrower drainage pipe, just wide enough for one person to crawl through, with even filthier black liquid flowing inside.
No one would use it. Even the