Braving the Hell Road

A week later, at the Hell Slaughter Arena.

The Slaughter King leaned on a cane, with the woman in black gauze supporting him at his side once again.

Dongfang Yu looked at the Slaughter King on the stage with a half-smile. Hu Liena asked in confusion, "Junior Brother, what happened to the Slaughter King?"

"I don't know. Maybe someone beat him up."

"Huh?" Hu Liena froze. This was Slaughter City—could the Slaughter King actually be beaten up? It was truly unbelievable.

The Slaughter King stood on the stage without saying a word, but his gaze kept drifting, intentionally or otherwise, toward Dongfang Yu.

The surrounding spectators were all curious. Why had the Slaughter King, who was usually lofty and elusive, appeared today? And in an injured state, no less.

"Hmph." The Slaughter King snorted coldly and said nothing more.

Suddenly, an immense evil aura erupted from within his body!

Evil, icy red ripples slowly spread outward. In merely a few blinks, they had already covered the entire arena.

The spectators sensed that something was wrong. Judging by this display, something major was about to happen.

"May I ask what the Slaughter King intends to do?"

A cold smile appeared on the Slaughter King's lips. "Open the Hell Road."

At those words, the fallen ones seated in the stands became unusually excited. They all hoped to witness the Hell Road opening.

What they did not know was that their lives had already come to an end.

Other than the God of Slaughter and the Slaughter King, no one had ever seen the Hell Road open. Because everyone who had seen it had died. Or rather, they had all become sacrifices for the Hell Road's opening.

As the red light descended, the fallen ones who had been cheering madly gradually fell silent