Waves of blood surged, blotting out the sky and sun.
Lin Yang stood in midair, letting the waves of blood beneath him surge and roar unchecked.
Xiao Wu had long since seated herself on Aola's back and retreated far away.
Viewed from above, the surging waves of blood had all but swallowed Slaughter City whole, turning it into a boundless bloody marsh.
The King of Slaughter was nearly mad with rage.
If the Hell Slaughter Arena was Slaughter City's heart, then the sea of blood was the lifeblood that sustained it.
Now, both cores had been destroyed in succession right beneath his eyes. This was nothing less than tearing out his roots and taking his life.
Yet at that moment, Lin Yang had no attention to spare for the nearly deranged King of Slaughter.
His gaze was fixed on a figure atop the sea of blood.
It was a figure woven from bone and flesh.
Pale bones lay exposed, dark red flesh coiling around them like vines, while eight hideous spider legs slowly flexed behind its back.
That sinister, demonic figure made anyone who saw it involuntarily hold their breath.
Then the figure slowly opened his eyes.
They were golden eyes without pupils, the characters for "bone" and "blood" inscribed in his left and right eyes respectively. Two Soul Rings appeared beneath his feet at the same time.
Their vivid blood-red color remained dazzling even amid the dark red sea of blood.
Two Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings?
Lin Yang laughed inwardly.
Before coming here, the Bone Clone's Soul Ring had already exceeded ninety thousand years;
after arriving in Slaughter City, it had now crossed the hundred-thousand-year threshold as well, with the sea of blood's help.
Two blasts from a single shot!
By now, the King of Slaughter's face had