A cold, emotionless laugh echoed, showing no concern for the countless beings who had died, casting their lives aside as if they were nothing.
To him, all creatures were like ants, mere specks of dust, whether they were mortals or cultivators. In his eyes, they were less than insects, to be crushed underfoot into a bloody mire, annihilated without a second thought.
And that indifferent laugh, the uncaring expression, sent shivers down one's spine.
Master Mingyu was known for his ruthless and merciless nature, infamous through the ages, his hands stained with blood. Since ancient times, no one knew how many beings he had killed—surely in the billions!
He was clad in pitch-black, ferocious armor, with two vicious dog heads on his shoulders baring their fangs. He wielded a bloodstained war spear.
He was the first of the Hellhounds from the Eternal Continent—Master Mingyu.
