Atop the city walls, a gentle breeze stirred Bibi Dong's flowing hair.
A trace of coolness brought Bibi Dong back to her senses.
"Speak."
Her voice was cool, betraying neither joy nor sorrow.
"Elder Ghost Leopard fell in battle."
"Elder Demon Bear suffered severe injuries, lost an arm, and saw his cultivation regress..."
"Eight Soul Douluos and seventeen Soul Saints belonging to Spirit Hall fell in battle. Among our Soul Emperors and Soul Masters below that rank, casualties totaled seventeen thousand."
"Casualties among Soul Masters outside Spirit Hall exceeded five thousand."
"Over fifty thousand demons were slain."
Ghost Douluo's voice was heavy with grief. "This is a tremendous loss for the entire Soul Master World. Nearly a tenth of the Soul Masters on the Douluo Continent perished here."
There was no question that this was an enormous loss.
Even in the recorded history of the Douluo Continent, battles this brutal had rarely occurred.
"Give the dead a proper burial."
Bibi Dong's voice grew icy. "Once Qin Xiao returns, he will surely bring back valuable information. Whoever the mastermind is, they will pay in blood."
"Yes."
Ghost Douluo nodded solemnly, then lowered his head and departed.
Elsewhere.
Slaughter City.
Tang San sat atop the tallest building in Slaughter City, his eyes tightly shut.
At this moment, Slaughter City was deathly silent. Apart from Tang San, not a single person remained.
Suddenly.
He opened his eyes and frowned, his expression turning cold. "Useless trash. He died already?"
"Are the creatures of the Demon Plane really that weak?"
His voice brimmed with resentment, and his mighty divine power erupted uncontrollably.
Boom, boom, boom!
Countless buildings collapsed throughout Slaughter City as he vented his displeasure and rage.
Only after a long while, when Tang San had destroyed more than half of Slaughter City,