In the distant Void, Slaughter was racing onward with Ten Thousand Poisons, the Great Emperor.
Ten Thousand Poisons watched the direction Slaughter was heading and repeatedly wanted to remind him that they were going the wrong way. But sensing the terrifying aura around Slaughter, he did not dare say a word.
If Curse still had some possibility of communication, then Slaughter had nothing left but the intent to "kill."
The only difference was whom he killed.
The two sped through the Void, one ahead and one behind.
Gradually, Slaughter's pace began to slow.
In the distance, an immense image appeared within the Void.
Sensing that Slaughter was acting strangely, Ten Thousand Poisons could not help asking, "Lord Slaughter, where is this? Have we arrived?"
"The End Realm," Slaughter said blandly.
Ten Thousand Poisons froze, then was greatly shocked. "This is the End Realm?"
Even with his status as a Great Emperor, he had never seen the End Realm.
Even he had only heard the name End Realm from the mouths of "senior elders."
Was this where that world was located?
Soon, the two arrived before the enormous image. What they saw, however, was a vast, boundless stretch of desolate, ruined land floating in the Void.
Ten Thousand Poisons felt that this land was even larger than the land of his former world.
His heart was filled with shock. Was this truly the land of the End Realm?
He felt even more excited. He had always heard of the End Realm, and now he finally had a chance to set foot upon its land and see it for himself.
"Stop."
Just as Ten Thousand Poisons was about to step onto the End Realm's land, Slaughter turned and stared at him.
Those emotionless eyes conveyed a single message.
If Ten Thousand Poisons