He paused, then turned toward the pitch-black passage.
"Remember, from the moment you set foot here, you were already a dead man."
"Either kill others or be killed. There is no third path."
Tang San fell silent for a moment, took a deep breath, and forced himself to calm down.
He stepped over the bartender's corpse and followed Tang Hao into the dark passage leading to Slaughter City.
The passage was cold and damp, its walls seeping with dark red liquid. Whether it was blood or water was impossible to tell.
Faint screams and the clash of weapons drifted from the distance, like calls from hell.
Tang Hao walked ahead with steady steps. Tang San followed behind him, clenching his fists until his nails dug slightly into his palms.
Before they had walked far, a squad of knights in black-and-red armor approached with heavy footsteps.
Their armor was covered in dried blood and gave off a nauseating stench. Their eyes were cold as blades, as though they had long since grown accustomed to life and death.
The man in the lead removed his helmet, revealing a face covered in knife scars, and spoke in a hoarse voice.
"Degenerates, welcome to the paradise of death and bloodshed-Slaughter City!"
"I am Andrei. To officially enter this place, you must possess a Slaughter Token."
As he spoke, he produced a pitch-black token engraved with a twisted skull, which radiated an ominous aura.
"Of course, there are only two ways to obtain it-either kill me or be killed by me."
Andrei licked the corner of his mouth, bloodlust gleaming in his eyes as intense killing intent poured from him.
The knights behind him also drew their weapons, staring at Tang Hao and Tang San with murderous intent.
Tang Hao looked at him without the