Ye Chen said nothing. He merely shifted his dim gaze away from Jietisikoki and refocused it on Daigrian's pale face at his feet, streaked with blood and tears.
So pitiful, so agonized, so desolate.
Facing this bloody scene, Ye Chen closed his eyes again, seeming for a moment to sink into boundless sorrow.
At the sight, Jietisikoki rejoiced inwardly and immediately continued to dance about as he jeered loudly:
"Counting the members of my garrison, there were 1,062,795 citizens of Sin City------!"
"Men and women, young and old, ordinary people and transcendents alike—every last one of them died by your hand------!"
"Ye Chen, you reenacted every evil deed I committed in reality------!"
"And more than half of them even suffered your inhuman, perverse tortures before they died—far worse than anything I ever did------!"
"Hahahaha! Ironic! How utterly ironic------!"
"You clearly hate me so much."
"You clearly want nothing more than to skin alive and devour me, the mastermind behind the massacre."
"And yet, when it was your turn, you slaughtered even more cruelly, more viciously, more savagely than I ever did------!"
"Ye Chen! Tell me! Tell me loudly now!"
"Now that things have come to this, you Bloodsmith—another perpetrator—what face do you still have to stand on the moral high ground and look down on me, the Butcher? What right do you still have to swear vengeance for these miserable, pitiful people------------------!?"
The Butcher Hunter laughed wildly.
His piercing laughter, brimming with mockery and ridicule, echoed for a long time across the surrounding mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
The Bloodsmith Hunter remained silent, his eyes closed.
Then, facing boundless malice, his azure eyes slowly opened.
"This. Is. Not. The. First. Time. I've. Done. Something. Like. This."
Jietisikoki froze at once, and his laughter abruptly died away.
"Huh?"
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