Release, Billions of Fallen Ones

At midnight, two pitch-black figures silently streaked across the sky.

They wore voluminous black robes, their faces hidden beneath the shadows of their hoods as the fierce wind whipped their garments with a rustling howl.

Long Zhanye's Scapegoat flew alongside Zhongli Wu, the two racing toward the vast, uninhabited desert region in the western Sun Moon Empire.

As Zhongli Wu looked at the desolate land drawing ever closer beneath them, a realization finally appeared in his eyes.

He turned his head, his voice low and probing. "Slaughter City?"

Long Zhanye's Scapegoat did not deny it, merely giving a slight nod.

Zhongli Wu frowned deeply, his tone filled with confusion and doubt. "The King of Slaughter has already been slain by the two of us, and we both obtained Divine Slaughter's Domain."

"It is already abandoned land to us. Why are you going there?"

Long Zhanye's Scapegoat said, "After you and I joined forces to kill the King of Slaughter last time, Slaughter City descended into complete chaos."

"Countless Fallen Ones lost all restraint and surged toward the exit, desperately trying to escape that hell."

"Before they could rush out, I sealed the entrance."

Zhongli Wu's pupils abruptly constricted. He vaguely guessed something, but he still could not see the whole picture.

Long Zhanye's Scapegoat continued, "How could there be anything less than hundreds of millions of Fallen Ones imprisoned in Slaughter City for centuries or millennia?"

"They have been trapped in that lightless City of Slaughter, with nothing left in their hearts but a thirst for slaughter, a craving for blood, and a madness for freedom."

"People like that—Fallen Ones like that—aren't they precisely the most needed and perfect force for your Holy Spirit Cult?"

Zhongli Wu froze on the spot.

Even as an Evil Soul Master, he had