On the plaza, rampant blood qi blew through the air.
Powerful, oppressive force whistled past.
A figure appeared before Xu Zimo.
He sat in the center of the plaza, surrounded by blood-red lotuses rising from the ground, while mournful wails drifted in from all directions.
An old man sat at the head of the plaza.
He leaned against a blood-colored throne. A flash of blood qi passed through his eyes, and his long hair nearly concealed his face.
The moment the burly man leading the way saw the old man, his legs went limp. He hurriedly dropped to his knees.
"G-Greetings, Prison Lord."
"You have worked hard, leading all the enemies here," the old man said with a smile.
His smile was chilling.
The burly man slammed his head against the ground even harder and hurriedly explained, "Prison Lord, this subordinate had no choice.
"He forced me to lead the way."
"I can understand your difficulties," the old man said, slowly extending his right hand with a faint smile.
Powerful force spread from his palm, and the white bones around them seemed to come alive.
His voice suddenly rose.
"But you still have to die."
The surrounding white bones instantly pounced on him. Amid the burly man's screams, they tore him apart and devoured him clean.
The sight was nauseating.
Thirteen Blood Prison Cities was empty, as though only the burly man's screams echoed within it.
The old man rose to his feet.
The aura around him enveloped the entirety of Thirteen Blood Prison Cities.
Blood began to seep from the floor beneath his feet. The gates of the buildings on both sides were blasted open, and crimson torrents surged forth.
In an instant, the once-empty city was flooded with blood.
The old man spread his arms and laughed. "Welcome