Kill, Kill, Kill

Within Zhang Sanxian's inner hell, the pain suffered by Bo Geyu and the tens of thousands of Di soldiers abruptly surged a hundredfold.

Thus, in mere seconds, the Northern Di army, tens of thousands strong, was literally wracked by pain until both body and soul were annihilated.

Every last one vanished soundlessly from the vast world, without even leaving behind a single intact corpse.

No—the thousands upon thousands of corpses had not vanished. They still existed, within Zhang Sanxian's twisted domain of the heart.

From this day onward, these tens of thousands of Di corpses, steeped in pain and fear, would forever become Zhang Sanxian's prisoners.

Within that bizarre domain existing only in the "space" between reality and illusion, they would suffer and wail forever.

And whenever Zhang Sanxian unfolded his Sacred Embryo heart domain, as part of that domain, they would also go into battle alongside him like ghostly attendants.

This was the might of the Sacred Embryo Rank Heart-Eroding Martial Path—something akin to a fantasy-version Silent Hill.

So long as one was brutally killed by it, one might be taken in as its slave, condemned to suffer and howl forever, laboring like an ox or horse.

After slaughtering this entire Northern Di army, the many captains, commanders, deputy generals, and Commander-in-Chief Bo Geyu within it also contributed a total of thirty-eight Stronger Fragments to Zhang Sanxian. The harvest was substantial.

"I just don't know."

Zhang Sanxian looked around in every direction, gazing at Flat Valley City, now nearly reduced to ruins. Muttering to himself, he said, "Since I went to the northern grasslands, just how much time has passed?"

After leaving Northern Di Sacred Mountain, though he had not investigated closely, his vague intuition still told him that this time, the passage of time might have been extremely