Watching Tang Hao disappear behind the hidden door, the Fallen Ones in the hall trembled all over, not even daring to breathe freely.
The tall, thin Fallen One looked at the Truth-Telling Soup before him and no longer dared offer the slightest resistance. He picked up the bowl of his own accord, tipped back his head, and drained the medicine in one gulp-he was afraid, afraid that his crimes, too, would earn him a verdict of "Extreme Evil."
The spectral Yin Messengers turned his gaze toward Tang Xiao, his voice utterly flat:
"Your turn."
There was not a trace of color in Tang Xiao's face, and his eyes were as hollow as if he had lost his soul.
He looked at the bowl of faintly glowing medicine before him, then recalled Tang Hao's bloody confessions. At last, he slowly raised his trembling hands and picked up the bowl-he knew that, in the end, he could no longer conceal his past sins either.
Meanwhile, beside the Sin-Washing Pool deep within the Underworld.
The dusky yellow water glimmered faintly. Countless Netherworld Runes at the bottom of the pool slowly revolved like living creatures, emanating the Power of Rules that purified sin.
The surface of the pool was still and unruffled, yet countless fine threads of light could clearly be seen beneath it-this was the "sin-washing power" condensed from laws, specifically meant to strip the taint of evil from souls.
The King of Slaughter and the Black Veiled Woman stood beside the pool, looking at their reflections in the water. The dark red, bloody glow on his armor gradually faded, revealing its original black hue, while his hideous scars looked even more glaring beneath the faint light. Her face beneath her veil had grown somewhat paler, but the sinister aura that had