As if hell itself had burst open, tens of thousands of Fallen Ones returned to Douluo Continent, carrying an evil aura with them.
These people had already been vicious criminals. After living in Slaughter City for many years, they had become incomparably evil and savage, no longer deserving to be called human.
With this group returning to Douluo Continent, a disaster was certain to unfold.
"Little San, what do we do?" Oscar asked, unable to bear it.
The Fallen Ones had only just appeared, yet the people in the town had already met with disaster.
The men were brutally slaughtered, severed limbs flying everywhere.
The women let out shrill, terrified screams as they endured agonizing torment.
Tang San closed his eyes, then suddenly opened them. "We can't save everyone. Besides, there were no good people in this town to begin with. This is what they deserve for their sins.
"With so many Fallen Ones scattered throughout the town, there's no way we can kill them all. What matters most now is Jiang Chen. He concerns our trial and our great vengeance."
After saying that, he strode resolutely forward.
Dai Mubai and the others wore grim expressions as they followed Tang San, forcing themselves not to look at the bloody, brutal scene.
An image involuntarily surfaced in all their minds: peaceful villages and cities, reduced into hells on earth beneath the devastation of these Fallen Ones.
Their pace gradually quickened. No one spoke, and no one wished to mention the tragedy that was about to happen.
Nine soul rings circled their bodies. Though the Fallen Ones were ferocious, every one of them fearfully moved aside.
Before long, they arrived at the place where Jiang Chen and Tang Chen had first fought.
Seeing the devastation around them, Tang San's expression turned solemn.