"Should we give it a try? If we can kill him, we might get quite a few benefits."
"Don't be rash! Didn't you sense the aura around him? Going up against him would be suicide!"
The people around them whispered among themselves, discussing heatedly, yet not a single one dared to step forward and provoke him.
The entrance to the Hell Slaughter Arena was grim and terrifying, its black stone gates carved with twisted reliefs of evil ghosts.
Drops of blood trickled down through the cracks in the stone, giving off a sickeningly sweet stench.
Two guards clad in black leather armor, their faces covered in flesh, stood before the gates. Chunks of meat and bone fragments still hung from the flails in their hands as they stared viciously at Ye Xuan.
"Want to go in? Pay the entrance fee first." The guard on the left licked his cracked lips, his tone crude.
"A cup of Bloody Mary. Not a single drop less."
Ye Xuan raised a brow, his gaze sweeping over the bronze basin beside the guards.
It contained a dark-red liquid: the so-called "Bloody Mary," which was essentially nothing more than a mixture of fresh human blood and the unique spiritual toxins of Slaughter City.
A cold curve touched his lips as his gaze swept across the fallen ones wandering nearby.
Not far away, a skeletal fallen one was curled up in a corner, greedily licking bloodstains from the ground, his eyes murky and crazed.
With a thought from Ye Xuan, his figure flashed before the man like a ghost.
Before the fallen one could react, Ye Xuan had seized him by the throat.
Ye Xuan's fingers tightened slightly. With a crisp crack, the fallen one's neck was twisted cleanly apart. His eyes bulged wide, unwilling to