Just like that, after the people transported here by the beams discovered Ye Chen's presence and the fuel for the fire pit, they immediately cried out in alarm and descended into chaos.
Some fled in all directions out of fear.
Some fell to their knees and prayed in shock.
Some returned fire out of arrogance.
However, no matter what they chose to do next, none of them could escape their fated destiny.
Crash—!
The pitch-black tide of blood transformed from the Master-Swallowing Painted Python swiftly reshaped itself into a towering circular wall, threading through the city streets like the barricade of an arena and trapping every perpetrator present within!
Swoosh—!
The black demon descended through the air with a mad grin, darting and weaving through one crowd after another, setting off one blinding, nauseating feast of blood after another!
And so, over the next few minutes, these perpetrators of history experienced firsthand what the taste of hell was like.
Screams rolled like thunder!
Limbs rained down like droplets!
Blood flowed like rivers!
The screams echoed without end!
The sea of flames spread and surged!
And most horrifying of all—
They could not die!
They could not escape this sea of suffering!
They could only be butchered over and over by the black demon, endlessly enduring an ultimate agony beyond words!
Yet to Ye Chen, the shrill wails of these perpetrators were the most supreme delicacy imaginable!
"Ha ha ha ha ha!"
As the black demon slaughtered the crowds scattering like startled birds and beasts, he deliberately slowed the pace of his tormenting. Then, he loudly mocked the people around him, whose minds had already broken:
"Laugh! Why aren't you laughing anymore? Laugh out loud in front of me like you used to!"
"Weren't you so imposing when you tortured others?