Nine Nether Beast Bloodline! Instant Kill! Bibi Dong's Shock!

"W-what is this monster!"

The skinny Spirit King and the bald Spirit King retreated in terror, but the black light moved too fast.

Within that black light resided the pure laws of destruction and devouring.

In the blink of an eye.

There were no screams, no struggles.

The bodies of the three ferocious Spirit Kings crumbled inch by inch like weathered sand sculptures, turning into flying ash and vanishing into nothingness.

Not even a scrap of flesh remained.

The surroundings fell into an instant silence.

Only the echoes of distant screams continued to reverberate.

The black light gradually receded, sinking back into the body of Lin Yuan.

Bibi Dong stared blankly at the scene, her beautiful eyes filled with shock.

These three Spirit Kings who had driven her to a dead end were just... gone?

She lowered her head to look at Lin Yuan in her arms.

Lin Yuan smacked his lips, licked away the remaining traces of blood, and looked at Bibi Dong with an innocent expression.

Bibi Dong murmured:

"You saved me."

A rare spark of vitality appeared on her face, which was stained red with blood.

Her long, straight legs and curvaceous figure were fully displayed, her beauty reaching its absolute peak.

At this very moment, this peerless beauty showed extreme tenderness only before an infant.

Lin Yuan looked at Bibi Dong and blinked his eyes naturally.

Bibi Dong took a deep breath, still unable to recover from the shock.

She never imagined that her certain death would be averted by an infant born only a short while ago.

The black light that erupted from this child made even her, a possessor of Twin Martial Souls, feel a sense of palpitations.

It was a power of an extremely high level, and incredibly bizarre.

Who on earth would abandon a child with such terrifying potential in a place like Slaughter City?

Bibi Dong held Lin Yuan a little tighter.

Feeling the warm body temperature from her arms, the softness in her heart was deeply touched once again.

In this world intertwined with betrayal and slaughter, this infant who saved her life became her only solace.

Bibi Dong looked at Lin Yuan, her tone extremely firm:

"Since you saved me, your life shall be protected by me from now on."

She finally decided to adopt this child.

Even though she knew full well how difficult it would be to raise an infant in Slaughter City, a place where one could only enter but never leave, and where man-eating demons were everywhere.

But once Bibi Dong made a decision, no one could change it.

Bibi Dong tore off a corner of her skirt to simply bandage the deep, bone-exposed wound on her back.

The intense pain made her frown, yet she did not let out a single groan.

Afterward, she held Lin Yuan and forced her body to keep moving, avoiding the wandering fallen ones until she reached her temporary stronghold in the outer city.

It was an extremely cramped, dark cellar.

There was only a dilapidated stone bed and some simple defensive tools.

Bibi Dong carefully placed Lin Yuan on the stone bed, then sat cross-legged to circulate her spirit power and recover from her injuries.

To take good care of Lin Yuan here, determination alone was not enough.

Slaughter City was incredibly cruel; there was no food, no water, and all survival resources had to be exchanged for Bloody Mary or fought for with one's life in the Hell Slaughter Arena.

First, she had to earn resources for survival.

Over the next half month.

Bibi Dong's injuries gradually stabilized.

Without a moment's rest, she resolutely continued to head toward the Hell Slaughter Arena.

On the stage of the Hell Slaughter Arena, blood had long since stained the stone slabs a dark, murky black.

Bibi Dong wore a simple yet durable black leather armor, using no weapons in her hands, relying entirely on her own superior combat techniques.

Facing a two-meter-tall brute wielding a giant axe, she did not retreat in the slightest.

The giant axe came crashing down with a whistling wind.

Bibi Dong dodged with extreme agility, moving like a ghost to circle behind the brute.

Her slender fingers snapped together, a faint purple-black glow shimmering at their tips.

Without a moment's hesitation, she struck, piercing directly through the burly man's heart from behind.

The man didn't even have time to scream before his massive frame crashed to the ground.

The frenzied fallen ones in the stands fell instantly silent, their eyes filled with deep terror as they looked at Bibi Dong.

Bibi Dong coldly withdrew her hand, not even sparing a glance at the corpse on the ground as she walked straight toward the exchange counter.

One match after another.

Her methods grew increasingly ruthless, and her combat experience became more refined.

Every time she walked out of the Hell Slaughter Arena, she bore a few more scars, yet her gaze grew ever more composed.

The name Rakshasa had thoroughly sharpened its edge in the outer city of Slaughter City.

Winning streak after winning streak, she had secured forty-seven victories!

Every opponent who faced her ended up as a withered corpse on the cold, grim floor of the Hell Slaughter Arena.

Bibi Dong exchanged the massive rewards from her winning streak for the purest drinking water, nutrient-rich spirit beast milk, and soft fabric.

Returning to the cellar.

Bibi Dong shed her blood-stained armor and changed into a clean, loose robe.

She sat on the edge of the stone bed, carefully holding a stone bowl, and fed the warm spirit beast milk into Lin Yuan's mouth, bit by bit.

Under the dim candlelight.

The icy chill of the slaughter arena faded from Bibi Dong's stunningly beautiful face, revealing a rare, tender side of a mother.

The scene carried a touch of precious warmth.

Lin Yuan drank the milk in large gulps, his big eyes rolling around.

He reached out his tiny hand and grabbed a lock of purple hair that hung over Bibi Dong's chest.

He tugged at it with all his might.

Bibi Dong winced in pain, but she was not angry.

She gently patted Lin Yuan's little hand and coaxed him softly:

"Stop fussing, drink your milk."

Watching Lin Yuan's energetic appearance, Bibi Dong felt the child was both mysterious and somewhat adorable.

As long as she looked at him, the wounds she suffered in the slaughter arena seemed like nothing at all.

But at the same time.

The news of Rakshasa's forty-seven-match winning streak, combined with her massive exchange of baby supplies, had attracted the prying eyes of those with ulterior motives.

In Slaughter City, having a weakness was equivalent to washing one's neck and offering it to another's blade.

In a ruin outside her stronghold.

Two burly, scarred Spirit Emperor thugs were scouting in secret.

The two huddled together, whispering incessantly.

The one-eyed Spirit Emperor lowered his voice and said:

"Have you heard? That woman codenamed Rakshasa is truly formidable; forty-seven wins in a row, and she doesn't even blink."

The goatee-bearded Spirit Emperor snorted, a glint of greed flashing in his eyes.

"So what if she's strong?"

"I also heard that she's spent a fortune in resources over the past few days raising an infant."

The one-eyed Spirit Emperor was stunned:

"Oh? Raising a child in Slaughter City? Has that woman lost her mind?"

The goatee-bearded Spirit Emperor stroked his chin and continued:

"The information is absolutely certain. And I've heard she dotes on this child, treasures him like nothing else."