Su Mo stood atop an abandoned building, his gaze sweeping over the underground city as it rotted away at an accelerating pace.
Suddenly, an earth-shaking roar erupted from the deepest reaches of Slaughter City, making the ground throughout the entire city tremble.
A dark crimson figure shot into the sky from the ruins, hovering in midair with wings spread wide enough to blot out the heavens.
The King of Slaughter.
He looked to be in terrible condition.
Violence and fury churned within those scarlet eyes, while blood-colored Soul Power surged wildly around him like flames that had lost control.
He dove down, seized a Fallen One still wandering the streets, and crushed the man's skull with five fingers before casually flinging the corpse away.
He charged into the ruins of the Hell Slaughter Arena and kicked half a broken stone pillar flying. The pillar smashed into a nearby building, bringing an entire wall crashing down. He roared at the empty streets, his hoarse howl echoing through the underground city.
"Who... who the hell was it?!"
No one answered him.
The Fallen Ones who had been corroded into walking corpses by the baleful poison would not answer him, and the corpses already lying dead in the streets certainly could not answer him either.
The King of Slaughter madly destroyed everything around him. Buildings, streets, the remaining statues—anything that could be smashed was reduced to pieces beneath his hands.
Yet no matter how much he destroyed, the dark crimson mist in the air continued to spread slowly but relentlessly. Fresh poisonous fog still seeped from the cracks in every street, and every Fallen One still alive continued slaughtering one another without end.
Su Mo watched him as though watching a wild beast trapped in a cage.
The King of Slaughter could not