"You bastards... I'm going to kill you all!"
Hong Yu's eyes looked ready to split from rage, and his whole body trembled. The energy within him spiraled out of control, surging forth like a wild stallion that had thrown its reins. His intimidating Momentum cast him in the light of a Demon King, consumed by murderous fury.
His bloodshot eyes stared fixedly at what was exposed before him: an inhuman dungeon that resembled the Netherworld Hell.
In each of the dim cages, there were people young and old, male and female. Some were elders past sixty; others were wailing infants still in swaddling clothes. But without exception, all of them wore expressions of cold apathy and utter despair for the world.
Their lifeless eyes held a trace of desolation and bewilderment.
When Xingtian destroyed the ceiling and warm sunlight streamed in, they didn't welcome it. Instead, they curled up and scrambled to hide in the corners.
Their days here had taught them to fear anything bright.
