The power flowing from Rot Disease all came from the same source.
As the Scarlet Flower Bud enveloping Slaughter City bloomed, the power of rot accumulated inside the King of Slaughter began to stir.
Powers born of the same root drew each other together.
An invisible force seized the King of Slaughter and pulled him toward the opening at the top of the Scarlet Flower Bud.
The King of Slaughter, who mistook Rot Disease for divine punishment, was terrified.
Within Slaughter City, armed with the level-ninety-nine Soul Power he had seized along with Tang Chen's body and the Divine Slaughter's Domain gained through the Eight Asura Trials, the King of Slaughter feared no Soul Master alive.
But if his opponent was a god, what point was there in fighting?
Forget the Asura God. The Rakshasa God could kill the King of Slaughter in an instant with a single thought!
His courage shattered. Gone were the viciousness, deceit, and brutality with which he had ruled Slaughter City.
Tang Chen's chiseled features were now twisted beyond recognition, his wide eyes filled with naked fear and awe.
"Wait!
"I don't want to go over there!
"I don't want to rot! I still want to enjoy life in this Soul Master's body, so close to becoming a demigod!"
His voice drowned in the blood-tinged air thick with rot and vanished.
In both the inner and outer city, every fallen soul screamed and collapsed.
The agony of Rot Disease spreading from deep in their marrow erupted all at once.
Soon, a Blood Slave could bear no more and burst into a cloud of bloody mist.
Then came a second, and a third.
Those too weak were not even worthy of blooming into Scarlet Flowers. They could only become nourishment, absorbed by the breeding ground of