Impel Down loomed like a medieval castle, gloomy and terrifying, steeped in a dampness that made Ye Chen's skin crawl. He had been here before, but the place still felt wrong.
Once someone left this place, they never wanted to come back.
At the Main Gate, Ye Chen looked up at the towering, heavy doors and smiled. A trace of disdain crossed his chiseled face. He raised his leg and kicked. With a resounding crash, the doors flew inward, flattening several guards who failed to get out of the way.
"Death God Ye Chen is here!"
"The Grim Reaper Pirates are here!"
The guards fell into chaos at the sight of Ye Chen and his companions. Like headless chickens, many shouted as they backed away, trembling uncontrollably.
Gin charged in first, moving like the wind and striking without mercy. In the blink of an eye, several guards lay on the ground.
Bones were broken and tendons torn. Some had their limbs smashed, some had their ribs shattered, and others had their necks snapped so violently that their heads hung limp.
Demon Gin's hunched figure made him look sickly, but a chilling bloodlust filled his impassive face. He advanced step by step like a frenzied beast. The panicked guards summoned their courage and swarmed him, dozens attacking at once.
They thought their numbers would stop him. They were wrong. Gin ducked and twisted, smashing high and sweeping low. Alone against them all, he gave no ground.
Bang!
Gin leaped up and brought both iron canes down hard. A guard failed to dodge and took the full blow to his head. Thick blood ran down his scalp, and then his skull burst. Blood and gore sprayed everywhere, leaving the surrounding guards stunned.
Gin did not stop. He licked his dry lips, shifted