Another two months passed in the blink of an eye, and Li Han had already achieved ninety-nine consecutive victories.
What was even more terrifying was that Li Han had slaughtered more than five thousand Fallen Ones in Slaughter City!
The murderous aura around him had now reached an utterly terrifying level.
His cultivation of the Wisdom King Art had progressed at an astonishing pace.
Now, whenever any Fallen Ones saw Li Han, they turned and ran, not daring to linger in the slightest.
There was even no one left to watch Li Han's spirit battles, for fear that if he was in a bad mood, he would directly block the entrance to the Hell Slaughter Arena and kill everyone who came out.
As for why they had such concerns, it was because Li Han had done exactly that before.
In short, these past two months had been nothing short of a nightmare for the people of Slaughter City!
Slaughter City had been mad before, but there had been limits.
But Li Han's arrival had sent that madness beyond the heavens.
He had killed until no one was left who could stand against him.
"Master, you've killed Slaughter City into desolation.
Now when you walk down the streets, no one even dares to show themselves."
Silver Moon complained.
"Don't worry, this will be the last time.
Today is the hundredth battle. As long as we win, we can leave this place."
Having come to Slaughter City nearly half a year ago, Li Han felt that he had killed so many people that he was about to lose count.
The feeling of being completely immersed in slaughter made him feel exhilarated, but it also gave rise to a slight sense of repulsion.
If he had to live in a place like this