Slaughter City.
There was no sunlight here, no day or night—only endless gloom and crimson.
Severed limbs lay everywhere. Dried blood had stained the stone slabs blackish-brown, while the air was thick with the stench of blood, mixed with a rotten odor that made people want to vomit.
At the deepest part of Slaughter City, inside a stone hall more than half-destroyed by violence.
Boom!
With a thunderous crash, a massive Clear Sky Hammer swept through the air, smashing the three fallen ones before it directly into pulp.
Blood and shattered bones splashed into the air, only to be pulverized by the terrifying Soul Power shockwave that followed.
Tang Chen stood amid a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, drenched from head to toe.
His once gray-white hair was now soaked in blood, clinging in strands to his face and shoulders. His eyes were crimson, filled with savage madness.
The Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King's influence had already seeped deep into his bones.
Even during his occasional moments of clarity, he could feel that killing intent endlessly roaring and shrieking within him, urging him to destroy, to slaughter, to wipe out every living thing.
"Kill... kill!"
Tang Chen let out a low roar, raised the Clear Sky Hammer, and prepared to smash his next target—
Suddenly.
A beam of white light descended from the heavens, piercing Slaughter City's blood-red dome and shining directly upon Tang Chen.
The light was warm and gentle.
Tang Chen's movements abruptly froze.
The pupils in those blood-red eyes contracted sharply the instant they touched the white light.
Then, a cool sensation poured in through the top of his head, and the killing intent gradually began to recede!
A moment of clarity.
Tang Chen blinked, looked down at the blood covering his hands and face,