"Slaughter City..."
Tang San murmured the unfamiliar name. Deep in his eyes, a trace of scarlet flashed past, unnoticed even by him.
"Hmm? How do you know about that place?" the Evil Ghost Wolf asked in confusion.
"You know it?" Tang San asked. "Lord Wolf, tell me about it. Where is Slaughter City? What kind of place is it?"
At that moment, Tang San's mind was filled with the vast, terrifying, blood-red dream he had just experienced.
The power in that dream, invincible beneath heaven and capable of shattering galaxies, and that soul-bewitching whisper had ultimately pointed toward one destination: Slaughter City.
Tang San craved power! He craved it desperately!
Ever since crossing worlds and being reborn, he had cautiously protected his familial bonds, endured at every step, and trained bitterly every day, yet he remained weak in the end.
Without his uncle's protection, any high-level Soul Beast could drive him into a life-or-death predicament.
Tang San no longer wanted to be weak, to be swept along by fate, or to depend on others' protection in everything.
The power in his dream, which stood above all living beings and controlled everything, was the most burning desire in his heart at that moment.
"Of course! I haven't lived these seventy thousand years for nothing." Flattered by Tang San, the Evil Ghost Wolf proudly raised its head.
"Then listen while I tell you about it. Slaughter City is quite a place!"
"Slaughter City is a lawless purgatory independent of the two great empires and Spirit Hall. They say it holds the legacy the Asura God left in the mortal world. You can enter, but you can't leave! In a thousand years, only eight people have fought their way out alive, earning the title of Slaughter God and the Divine Slaughter's Domain! I've