Roar!
An agonizing howl, unlike any human voice, echoed through the massive, empty cavern. Zhu Haomiao stood at the edge of a pit resembling a Gu Basin, watching the hundreds of shadowy figures below in a frenzy of slaughter.
The utterly uncontrollable emotion of anger dominated their souls, and people, like beasts, used the most primitive claws and fangs to kill one another, tearing enemies into shreds with the most brutal and bloody methods.
The boy's dark retinas reflected a blood-red glow unseen in the real world. Under the pollution of the light of his spirit, reason was reduced to ashes by the fire of rage, turning the entire valley floor into something akin to the Abyss Purgatory, where everyone abandoned everything for killing, destruction, and annihilation…
It was as if they were venting their soul's agony, or perhaps performing some kind of sacrificial ritual, using the blood and lives of their enemies and themselves to appease a great presence in the shadows.
