(Second update)
The Hell Slaughter Arena.
At that moment, corpses littered the arena. Crushed by the repulsive force of Shinra Tensei, they had been twisted into all manner of grotesque shapes. Some hung from the rafters, others were plastered against the walls, and still others lay mashed into puddles of flesh on the floor, turning the place into a hell on earth.
Yang Ming strolled through the corpses and blood without so much as a change in expression or a quickened heartbeat. Even the bloody aura rising from the bodies, barely visible to the naked eye, could not affect his mind.
Standing in the center of the Hell Slaughter Arena, Yang Ming unleashed an invisible storm of mental power that spread outward from him.
The next moment, the blood flowing across the ground seemed to come alive. Droplets gathered into streams, streams joined into sheets, and blood trickled down from the spectator stands on every side. Vast quantities flowed like little creeks through the inconspicuous narrow channels beneath the seats toward the arena's central floor. Countless winding trails of red liquid could clearly be seen slithering into the arena like little snakes.
Naturally, Yang Ming would not bring Hu Liena out of the Kamui Dimension to witness such a sight.
The scene before him was simply too disgusting.
Yang Ming might have been a hopelessly unromantic straight man, but that did not mean he did not cherish his woman.
He could endure something this disgusting alone. There was no need to make his woman suffer as well.
The blood entering the arena did not spread in straight lines. At some unknown point, grooves had appeared in the floor. Blood poured into them, gradually forming an enormous blood-red pattern.
Yang Ming stood within that pattern, making it difficult to see its