"What happened to the King of Slaughter?"
Tang San looked up.
"The King of Slaughter really is your grandfather, but something was controlling him."
"If he hadn't come to his senses for those last few seconds and let us go, we probably would have all died in Slaughter City."
Tang Hao's voice held pain he could not conceal.
"I have a way!"
Tang San looked down at the red token in his hand. A flame rekindled in his eyes.
Meanwhile,
Jiang Ming and the others had just reached the gates of Star Luo City.
The expressions of Dai Weisi and the other three changed. They froze where they stood.
On either side of the gate,
one row to the left and one to the right,
wooden posts rose from the ground.
A corpse was tied to every post.
Along the row on the left,
tattered Spirit Hall uniforms stirred gently in the wind.
Along the row on the right,
fragments of the White Tiger Legion's silver armor hung from the corpses.
Dozens of posts.
Dozens of corpses.
They lined the city gate like a procession leading into hell.
Dai Weisi's eyes reddened at once.
He drove his fist into the ground.
Weblike cracks spread across the stone paving!
"Beasts! Those beasts!"
The skin split across Dai Weisi's knuckles, and blood dripped between his fingers.
Dai Mubai stood behind Dai Weisi, the muscles in his face twitching.
Zhu Zhuqing lowered her head. Her shoulders trembled, and she could not bear to look again.
Zhu Zhuyun covered her mouth, tears already welling in her eyes.
"There are no Soul Beasts nearby. Let's go into the city!"
Jiang Ming's gaze swept over the corpses. His expression did not change.
"He doesn't seem to feel anything."
Zhu Zhuyun fell two steps behind and