This Filthy Martial Soul, Full of Death-Seeking Ways, Deserves Such a Shady, Hidden Pattern

The final stretch of the journey was surprisingly peaceful. Nothing else with a death wish came out to disturb them.

Half an hour later, the two finally saw the exit in the distance.

It was an oval curtain of light condensed from pure white radiance. It stood out starkly within the crimson underground world. That was the end of Hell Road.

Though the exit was close at hand, the narrow path before Tang San and Hu Liena abruptly came to an end.

Between them and the curtain of light lay a small, blood-red lake formed from congealed blood!

The filthy blood from the river below flowed here and formed a boiling lake. Thick, nauseating bubbles constantly rose from the plasma.

A thousand-meter span with nowhere to set foot, coupled with the evil resentment soaring into the sky—this lake of blood was undoubtedly the final and most dangerous obstacle to clearing Hell Road.

"Hu Liena, same as before. Take out the rope."

Tang San stopped, his gaze fixed tightly on the light curtain across the lake, though his tone returned to its earlier coldness. "The exit from Slaughter City is up ahead. But let me be clear: once we get out, if we meet again in the outside world before you have completely sorted out your position, we will still be enemies."

"As for your feelings... I will truthfully report them to Father when the time is right. But how Father chooses to handle it is not something I, as his son, can influence."

Tang San's heartless words, so clearly separating public and private matters, made Hu Liena's heart clench painfully. She could only nod bitterly.

She knew better than anyone the chasm between herself and Mr. Jiang Li.

Once they got out, she would inevitably be taken back to Spirit