Just as the King of Slaughter prepared to use his power to kill every Fallen One in the Slaughter Arena, Dugu Chen suddenly raised a hand to stop him.
"Wait, Your Excellency King of Slaughter. Could you let me perform this final ritual myself?"
Dugu Chen spoke calmly, his steady gaze meeting that of the King of Slaughter.
The King of Slaughter raised an eyebrow. After a moment, he smiled faintly. Knowing Dugu Chen's temperament, he did not refuse.
"Of course. Please, go ahead!"
"Thank you, Your Excellency King of Slaughter."
Dugu Chen smiled and nodded. After bowing slightly in salute, he turned his gaze toward the spectator stands.
The Fallen Ones, who had been cheering madly moments ago, gradually fell silent as the red light descended upon the stands.
The eyes of every Fallen One gradually became vacant, then shifted from emptiness to bloodshot red. Before long, the red light formed a massive barrier around the entire Hell Slaughter Arena.
Affected by the red light, the Fallen Ones seemed to have gone mad, desperately clawing at their own faces and bodies...
Dugu Chen did not hesitate. Golden dragon wings tore through the skin of his back, radiating dazzling brilliance like a blazing sun.
With one beat of his wings, the enormous dragon wings plunged toward the spectator stands like clouds hanging from the heavens.
Boom!
At that moment, Dugu Chen seemed to have completely transformed into the King of Light. Wherever holy light reached, every Fallen One melted away like winter snow, turning into wisps of golden flame that gradually scattered.
Blood gushed forth like a sacred spring, becoming a long river of blood that continuously flowed toward the center of the Slaughter Arena.
Clearly visible, countless winding streams of red liquid slithered into the arena like tiny snakes.