While everyone stayed at the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, let us turn our attention back to Huo Yuhao.
As everyone in the arena except him fell, the doors of the Hell Slaughter Arena opened, and Huo Yuhao left. He had completed another match, bringing his total to seventy-two. At first, Huo Yuhao had entered one match every day. As his victories increased, fewer people participated. From one match every two days, it now took ten days or half a month to gather enough people for a match.
Huo Yuhao had been in Slaughter City for a year and a half. Now, all he could do was wait for the next match in the Hell Slaughter Arena to begin.
Slaughter City was like a mill of flesh and blood. Countless people were killed here, and countless others came in from outside to join this carnival of blood.
Huo Yuhao walked along Slaughter City's streets, pulling the hood of his cloak a little lower. On either side of the road, the things Slaughter City took for granted continued to happen. Nothing had changed, though there was still some good news. As Huo Yuhao's number of victories in the Hell Slaughter Arena climbed steadily, everyone here had learned of his existence. No one dared trouble him anymore.
Yet Huo Yuhao still did not fit in with the people here. He did not know whether that was good or bad.
Huo Yuhao had many questions in Slaughter City. What did these people come here for? And who was spreading the claim that this place was a paradise for the Fallen?
Although Huo Yuhao had won so many matches and killed so many people, he had not become like the people in Slaughter City. The killing aura visible to the naked eye around