Tsugikuni Yoriichi had not gone far when he noticed the commotion behind him. His steps paused, and he slowly turned to look back.
At the entrance to the Holy Land, an elevator had just come to a stop.
Sakazuki lowered the arm he had been holding up and grabbed the elevator railing. With a light push, he opened it. After stepping onto the white stone floor of the Holy Land, Sakazuki shifted his gaze away from Tsugikuni Yoriichi and the others in the distance and onto the slave before him.
"A slave attempting to escape."
"I'll help Tsugikuni Yoriichi correct the mistake he made!"
Sakazuki's lips moved, his barely audible words reaching the slave's ears. Looking at the tall, burly, grim-faced Sakazuki before him, the slave seemed to sense the deep killing intent in the other man's heart. Startled, his legs began to tremble uncontrollably.
"Gurgle, gurgle—"
The faint sound of flowing magma reached the slave's ears.
Sakazuki's right arm had already transformed into scorching magma. A strong sulfuric stench instantly filled the air. Under the effect of the intense heat, it felt as if the air around the slave had been taken away. With every breath, the searing air clogged his lungs, turning his face bright red.
As Sakazuki slowly raised his right arm, the gently flowing magma suddenly erupted and surged toward the slave before him.
Some of the scattered magma splashed high into the air and, wreathed in blazing flames, poured down toward the other slaves in the plaza.
Sakazuki's attack was not meant merely to execute the slave in front of him. He intended to wipe out every slave who had tried to flee.
Just as Sakazuki himself had said, he planned to help Tsugikuni Yoriichi correct Yoriichi's mistake.
And that mistake did not refer only