The Enforcement Hall stood at the foot of the mountain, the largest building in the area.
Its main structure alone covered nearly three thousand square meters. The entire palace was black as ink, with two fearsome bronze-cast beasts placed before its gates.
The road was covered in black stains formed from congealed blood, nearly filling its entire surface. The stench of blood lingered without fading.
Tall poles stood along both sides of the road. Halfway up each pole hung crimson lanterns as large as human heads. Fine iron chains stretched from the tops, more than ten strands on each pole, each lined with countless barbs, all mottled with blood.
These were not streetlights, but instruments of torture.
Quite a few people still hung from them. Dozens were suspended there, their bodies drenched in blood.
Some were enemies of the Demon Refining Palace, while others were disciples who had violated its rules.
Nearly all of them were cultivators. Even dripping with blood, they were difficult to kill. Some had hung there for years and still had not drawn their final breath.
The sight was utterly chilling. Merely standing here made one's heart quiver with dread.
As the Demon Refining Palace's greatest seat of power, this street alone displayed its harsh cruelty to the fullest.
Li Su flew over without stopping, heading straight for the martial arena behind it.
It was a grotto-heaven.
Even early Golden Core cultivators could unleash attacks that shattered mountains and split the earth, so naturally they could not fight outside.
Li Su soon arrived at the entrance, where people were stationed to receive visitors. They were Foundation Establishment cultivators.
Both were at the great perfection of Foundation Establishment, formidable enough to be considered prodigies.
They were disciples of the Enforcement Hall, elites of the sect. Their blood