Chapter 1790: Prison Lord, I'll Make It So You Can't Even Be a Ghost
Upon hearing the Black Mist's words, countless ferocious figures emerged from within the Thirteen Blood Prison Cities.
In their eyes, Xu Zimo had already become Blood Food.
The sound of wind rose by his ears.
As countless buzzing sounds rang out, all those figures pounced toward him.
"Die." Xu Zimo swept out a hand.
The void twisted beneath his hand, as though immense power had pierced through the heavens and earth.
All the figures charging at him from every direction were annihilated by that overwhelming force.
"Thirteen Blood Prison Cities." Xu Zimo gave a cold laugh.
"Find someone who can speak and have them come talk to me."
Perhaps Xu Zimo's methods had been too forceful, for the surrounding figures all paused for a moment.
"No wonder you dared to enter. So you do have a few tricks up your sleeve."
A hoarse voice rang out.
Immediately after, the Black Mist all around them grew increasingly dense.
A blood-colored figure slowly emerged from within the Black Mist.
He was a burly man clad in armor.
A heavy aura spread from his body, his powerful blood energy roiling as it rumbled and suppressed the void itself.
The burly man looked at Xu Zimo.
He slowly beckoned and said, "Come. Beat me, and I'll take you to see the Prison Lord."
As soon as he finished speaking, the burly man charged like an enraged bull.
Steam seemed to rise from his entire body as he barreled straight ahead.
Xu Zimo shifted slightly to the side and evaded the blow.
With a boom,
the burly man slammed directly into a nearby hall, unstoppable as a battering ram.
He smashed an entire hall apart, reducing it to collapsed ruins.
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