"What... what the hell is that?!"
The skinny Soul King and the bald Soul King also retreated in terror, but the black light was moving far too fast.
Within the black light lay pure laws of destruction and Devour.
It all happened in the blink of an eye.
There were no screams, no struggles.
The three vicious Soul Kings crumbled inch by inch like sand sculptures weathered by the wind, turning into a sky full of dust before vanishing without a trace.
Not even a single scrap of flesh remained.
The surroundings fell silent in an instant.
Only the screams in the distance continued to echo.
The black light gradually drew in and sank back into Lin Yuan's body.
Bibi Dong stared blankly at everything, her beautiful eyes full of shock.
Those three Soul Kings who had driven her into a desperate corner were just... gone?
She lowered her head and looked at Lin Yuan in her arms.
Lin Yuan smacked his lips, licked the last traces of blood clean, and gazed at Bibi Dong with an innocent expression.
Bibi Dong murmured:
"You saved me."
A trace of life returned to her face, stained red with blood.
Her long, straight legs and shapely figure were on full display; her beauty was simply flawless.
At that very moment, however, this peerless beauty showed such tender affection only to a baby.
Lin Yuan looked at Bibi Dong and blinked naturally.
Bibi Dong drew a deep breath, still unable to recover from the shock of what had just happened.
She never would have imagined that a baby who had only recently been born would break the fatal predicament she was in.
Even she, with her Twin Martial Souls, felt a chill in her heart at the black light that had burst from the child.
It was an exceptionally high-level, incredibly bizarre power.
Who could have abandoned a child with such terrifying potential in a place like Slaughter City?
Bibi Dong held Lin Yuan a little tighter.
Feeling the warmth of his body in her arms, the softness in her heart was stirred once more.
In this world woven from betrayal and slaughter, the baby who had saved her life became her only comfort at that moment.
Bibi Dong looked at Lin Yuan, her voice utterly resolute:
"Since you saved me, I'll protect your life from now on."
In the end, she decided to adopt the child.
She knew full well how difficult it would be to raise a baby in a place like Slaughter City, where no one ever left and man-eating fiends lurked everywhere.
But once Bibi Dong made up her mind, no one could change it.
Bibi Dong tore off a corner of her skirt and hastily bandaged the deep wound on her back, which went all the way to the bone.
The intense pain made her furrow her brows, but she did not let out a single groan.
Then, carrying Lin Yuan, she forced herself to keep going, avoiding the wandering Fallen, until she reached a temporary hideout she had in the outer city.
It was an extremely cramped, gloomy cellar.
There was only a dilapidated stone bed and a few simple defensive tools.
Bibi Dong carefully placed Lin Yuan on the stone bed, then sat cross-legged and began circulating her Soul Power to recover from her injuries.
Determination alone wasn't enough to take good care of Lin Yuan here.
Slaughter City was merciless. There was no food or water, and every resource needed to survive had to be exchanged for Bloody Mary or won through a fight to the death in the Hell Slaughter Arena.
She had to earn the resources needed to survive first.
Over the next half month,
Bibi Dong's injuries gradually stabilized.
She didn't rest for a moment, and resolutely continued to enter the Hell Slaughter Arena.
The stone platform in the Hell Slaughter Arena had long since been stained dark by blood.
Bibi Dong wore a simple but durable black leather cuirass. She used no weapons, relying entirely on her exceptional hand-to-hand combat skills.
Faced with a burly man two meters tall who wielded a giant axe, she didn't retreat in the slightest.
The giant axe came crashing down with a howl of wind.
Bibi Dong darted lightly aside, slipping behind the burly man like a ghost.
Her slender fingers snapped together, and a faint purple-black glow shimmered at their tips.
Without the slightest hesitation, she struck straight through the man's back and pierced his heart.
The burly man didn't even have time to scream before his massive body crashed to the ground.
The crazed Fallen in the stands fell utterly silent. Their eyes, fixed on Bibi Dong, were filled with deep fear.
Bibi Dong coldly withdrew her hand, not even sparing the corpse on the ground a glance as she headed straight for the exchange counter.
One match after another.
Her methods grew ever more ruthless, and her battle experience ever richer.
Every time she walked out of the arena, she had a few more wounds, but her gaze grew increasingly steady.
The name Rakshasa had now become known throughout the outer city of Slaughter City.
She won match after match, claiming forty-seven victories in a row!
Every opponent who faced her ultimately became a dried corpse on the Hell Slaughter Arena's frigid floor.
Bibi Dong exchanged all the generous rewards from her winning streak for the cleanest drinking water, nutritious Soul Beast milk, and soft cloth.
Back in the cellar,
Bibi Dong took off her armor, soaked in blood, and changed into a clean, loose robe.
She sat beside the stone bed, carefully holding a stone bowl as she fed warm Soul Beast milk into Lin Yuan's mouth, one little sip at a time.
In the dim candlelight,
the icy coldness that had settled over Bibi Dong's beautiful face in the arena faded, and for once she looked like a kind mother.
There was a rare touch of warmth in the scene.
Lin Yuan gulped down the milk, his big eyes darting about.
He reached out with his little hand and grabbed a lock of Bibi Dong's purple hair where it fell over her chest.
He gave it a hard tug.
Bibi Dong winced, but didn't get angry.
She gently patted Lin Yuan's little hand and soothed him softly:
"Don't fuss. Drink your milk."
Watching Lin Yuan's lively little face, Bibi Dong felt that the child was both mysterious and rather adorable.
As long as she looked at him, the wounds she had suffered in the arena seemed like nothing.
At the same time, however,
word of Rakshasa's forty-seven consecutive victories, along with her lavish purchases of baby supplies, drew the attention of many interested parties.
In Slaughter City, having a weakness was the same as washing your neck clean and handing it over to someone else's blade.
Among the ruins outside the hideout,
two burly Soul Emperor thugs, their faces covered in folds of fat, were secretly making inquiries.
The two huddled together, murmuring to each other.
The one-eyed Soul Emperor lowered his voice and said:
"Have you heard? That woman codenamed Rakshasa really is powerful. Forty-seven wins in a row, and she didn't even bat an eye."
The goateed Soul Emperor gave a cold snort, a glint flashing in his eyes.
"So what if she's strong?"
"I also heard she's spent a fortune in resources these past few days raising a baby."
The one-eyed Soul Emperor stared at him in astonishment:
"Oh? Raising a kid in Slaughter City? Has that woman lost her mind?"
The goateed Soul Emperor stroked his chin and continued:
"It's absolutely true. And I also heard she really likes the child. She treasures it like nothing else."
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