"Screech!"
The Slaughter Sword pierced the giant's heart, and the next moment the giant exploded violently, spraying endless blood everywhere. A barrier appeared on Ye Chen's body, blocking the foul-smelling blood.
"The stench of blood on you is unbearable. Even without shedding blood, I could clearly feel it. A heinous criminal like you doesn't deserve to live."
Ye Chen said coldly, retracting the Slaughter Sword. This was an important place of the Netherworld Hall, and it was so well hidden that their intrusion would surely mean danger.
But mere Evil Demon Tigers and Stone Wall Giants are trivial threats, posing no danger to Ye Chen.
"Bring on something more challenging," Ye Chen said disdainfully.
As soon as his words fell, the murals on both sides of the passage vibrated continuously, with countless ancient auras spilling out. One crimson, blood-like arm after another stretched out, accompanied by overwhelming demonic qi and boundless murderous intent.
