The black passage was like the open throat of a gigantic beast, bottomless and unfathomable. Faint screams and sounds of slaughter continuously drifted out from within. A cold wind blew from its depths, carrying a fallen aura that seemed capable of corroding one's very marrow. Dai Mubai and the other two, standing nearby, instantly went pale and began trembling uncontrollably.
Ma Hongjun clenched his fists tightly, his round face filled with terror. He swallowed hard, his voice shaking. "Th... Third Brother, this place... really is Slaughter City?"
He could clearly sense that the aura emanating from the passage made even his Evil Fire Phoenix martial soul tremble, as though something terrifying inside could devour him whole.
Oscar's calves were trembling even worse. He was a Food-type Spirit Master to begin with, with no ability to fight head-on. Outside, he could still survive under his teammates' protection, but if he entered a lawless killing ground like that, he would likely be stripped to the bone and skinned alive on the very first day, leaving not even a whole corpse behind.
Dai Mubai gritted his teeth and forced himself not to retreat, but as he stared into the pitch-black passage, his back was already drenched in cold sweat.
He recalled what Tang San had said: in Slaughter City, even a Title Douluo might not make it out alive. As a level forty-six Soul Ancestor, what difference was there between entering and throwing his life away?
He had never gone to Slaughter City in his previous life, but in this life, Tang San could barely protect himself. How could he spare the effort to look after them? Besides, their foundations had long since been damaged, and they were far weaker than they had been at the same stage in their previous lives. Going