Inside the lavish dark-red room, everything was dim. Thick blood flowed through the enormous blood pool, and a suffocating stench of blood filled the air.
Before the blood pool stood an astonishingly large crystal throne inlaid with blue and purple crystals.
Heavy breathing filled the entire room.
A faceless man sat upon the crystal throne, no one knew what he was thinking.
Xia Yan had only fought one battle.
He did not know when the next match would be. He had not even finished touring Slaughter City.
Every fugitive who had witnessed his battle kept their mouths shut as though they had been sewn closed, refusing to mention anything about Xia Yan as they silently fled for the outer city with all their strength.
What a joke. With such a god of slaughter here, were they supposed to stay and wait to die?
As for why they said nothing... no one would say anything. They were just waiting for some blind fool to provoke him and get killed by him.
They were all enemies. Who would complain about having too few enemies?
They ran.
Xia Yan's strength was utterly monstrous, but because it was too monstrous, word of it had not spread. The fugitives who had seen his speed outside the Hell Slaughter Arena had the same reason.
They refused to mention anything about him, merely waiting for some blind fool to provoke him.
The black-veiled girl accompanied Xia Yan as he toured the inner city.
The inner city was incomparably luxurious. Nearly every extravagance one could imagine was available, but it was also incomparably chaotic, with filthy liquids flying everywhere.
By the roadside, he saw some people being forced to swallow food or water mixed with certain indescribable things.
Humans could extend their stomachs outside their bodies like starfish,