After entering that hole, Danheng immediately felt weightless. The space below was actually hollow?
But he quickly steadied himself. After falling only a few meters, he landed on the ground.
Before him was a long, narrow passage sloping downward. At Danheng's feet, someone who had taken a particularly hard fall was groaning.
"Slaughter City... Hahahaha, I'm in!"
Seeing the man's somewhat crazed state, Danheng could not help shaking his head. There were two reasons he had not drunk the cup of human blood the waitress had served him earlier.
Human blood was one reason.
The other was that Danheng had felt that, as the price of admission to Slaughter City, it could not possibly be as simple as human blood. There had to be something hidden within it.
Now, it seemed that it might have been laced with a mental toxin as well.
Danheng slowly walked downward. The group that had rushed in just now had left plenty of footprints in the passage, but there were no corpses. It seemed there were no special traps in the tunnel.
Still, the material used to construct this passage was highly unusual. Even Danheng's spiritual power was somewhat affected when he tried to probe through it.
Judging by this level of interference, even those on Douluo Continent who specialized in cultivating spiritual power would be completely blind inside this passage.
"Welcome to Slaughter City. This is the capital of hell. You may obtain anything you desire, at the cost of your life."
Hearing the cold voice, Danheng's pace remained unchanged. He merely spread his spiritual power across the entirety of Slaughter City.
"!"
Within Slaughter City, in a dark and spacious room, a towering figure abruptly sat up from a massive chair. Two crimson beams shot from his eyes.
"Hehehe... It seems Slaughter