Both were veteran Soul Douluo of Spirit Hall, immensely powerful and perfectly coordinated.
They followed in secret all the way, vigilantly watching the surroundings. Anyone suspicious who tried to approach Meng Yiran was silently dealt with by them.
At the end of the entrance passage to Slaughter City lay a dim wilderness.
The plaza was covered in dried bloodstains, and the air was thick with the stench of blood and decay, enough to make one retch.
Several dozen cavalrymen clad in black armor and holding spears stood in orderly ranks. Their eyes were hollow, and violent killing intent radiated from their bodies. Like soulless puppets, they stared fixedly at Ye Xuan as he emerged from the passage.
Before the cavalry formation stood a woman dressed in a tight red outfit.
She had a voluptuous figure and a lovely face, yet her brows carried a cold, untamed air that warned strangers to keep away. She was none other than Slaughter City's Hell Envoy.
She was responsible for verifying the identities of entrants and issuing identification plaques.
"A newcomer? You're quite handsome." The Hell Envoy sized Ye Xuan up and down, her tone cold and carrying a trace of barely perceptible disdain.
"But too many people have come to Slaughter City lately. If you want to qualify for entry, you'll first have to get past the cavalry behind me."
As soon as she finished speaking, she waved her hand. Several dozen cavalrymen let out dull roars at once, like beasts awakened from slumber, and charged fiercely at Ye Xuan with spears in hand.
The spears tore through the air with piercing whistles, brimming with killing intent as they aimed directly for Ye Xuan's vital points.
Ye Xuan remained where he was, his expression calm and utterly fearless.
Facing the onrushing cavalry,