No one had ever truly counted how many people lived in Slaughter City.
But Yan Lingji and Tide Siren knew one thing.
Imprisoned in this city were the most vicious and depraved Fallen Soul Masters the entire Douluo Continent had produced over all these years.
Spirit Hall had driven every Fallen Soul Master who committed heinous crimes on the continent, every madman addicted to killing, and every butcher whose hands were soaked in blood into this place.
Slaughter City had only one entrance, but never a normal exit.
Unless they fought through a hundred slaughter matches and cleared Hell Road, they could never leave.
Yan Lingji stood in the middle of the outer city's main street, her nine fox tails burning into nine long whips of flame behind her, their light illuminating the entire street.
The street was packed with people, a dark mass stretching from where she stood to the limits of her vision, with no end in sight.
The fallen crowded every street, every alley, and every house in the outer city.
The air reeked of sweat, blood, and rot, and the clamor of voices buzzed like a swarm of bees.
Yan Lingji raised her flaming longsword and swept it sideways.
Crimson sword energy spanned the entire street, cutting hundreds of people ahead of her in half at the waist.
Their upper bodies flew away while their lower bodies remained standing, blood gushing like fountains from the severed wounds and staining the walls on either side dark red.
Screams erupted in an instant, and the crowd fled wildly in every direction like boiling water bursting out of a pot.
"Why run?"
Yan Lingji smiled.
She became a streak of black-and-red light and charged into the crowd.
Every swing of her flaming longsword took dozens of lives.
She rampaged