Deep within the Eighteen Levels of Hell in the Netherworld Underworld, piercing wails rose one after another. Black soul flames danced and licked across the rock walls, searing the souls of countless sinners.
The God of Slaughter's divine soul was bound in black chains, enduring unbearable torment in the ice hell-every tearing and reconstruction of his divine soul brought heart-rending agony.
For Qian Daoliu, only an hour had passed, but under hell's peculiar flow of time, the God of Slaughter had endured an entire fortnight. During that fortnight, he had tasted every kind of torture: piercing ice, scorching flames, and the pulverizing of his divine soul. Each agony struck precisely at the core of his divine soul, making this deity of the Divine Realm who governed slaughter fully experience what it meant for "life to be worse than death."
"I... I'm willing to submit..."
The God of Slaughter's divine soul trembled weakly. Pain had long since drowned his consciousness, leaving only the most instinctive urge to beg for mercy.
The moment he finished speaking, the chains entwined around his divine soul abruptly tightened, then jerked upward.
The God of Slaughter felt the world spin around him. In the next instant, he had left that inferno, his divine soul flying back to the Netherworld Core Region like a kite with a severed string before returning to his crack-riddled divine body.
Thud!
The God of Slaughter crashed heavily onto the cold ground, gasping for breath.
His divine armor had long since lost its luster, stained with golden divine blood and black soul mist. His body trembled uncontrollably, and lingering terror filled his eyes. Cold sweat streamed down his cheeks like rivulets, soaking the black rock beneath him. At the mere thought of those tortures in hell, his divine soul convulsed-torment inflicted on