The arid earth was painted black with dried blood, as far as the eye could see there were severed limbs and a scattering of corpses.

Here are the outskirts of the Crush Skull Tribe's encampment, on the fifth layer of the labyrinth.

At this moment, this remote place far from Hell seemed even more like hell than any place within a thousand miles!

Even—

That excessively bloody scene made even the demons in the Demon City arena involuntarily swallow their saliva, their nerves tensed...

Amidst the rolling sands, a headless warrior in heavy armor knelt on the ground.

The long sword that supported his armor had broken into two pieces, and his plate armor was covered with dents and wounds of various sizes.

Even a Transcendent at the silver level could not withstand the beating from a group of ogres and continuous sneak attacks from goblins wielding slingshots.

Transcendents are also mortals, separated from the gods by the distance of the Nether River.

Especially since there was an equally strong opponent facing him.

Standing before that headless corpse, Kassen Skullcrusher spat a bloody spit onto the ground and tucked the severed head at his waist.

Judging by the armor on that body, this person should have been a centurion or the like, yet his strength was subtly still above that of one who was the chief of his tribe!

What a joke!

He was just a little bit away from reaching the Gold Level!

And as for his battle experience that he took so much pride in, he had no reason to be outdone. Having fought his way here from the Dimension Desert, he had an arrogance that he would not lose to anyone!

However, despite that, looking at the blade in his hand that had curled from the battle, his bloodthirsty and frenzied pupils finally showed a hint of dread—

There seemed to be five others with similar strength on the opposite side!

The Demon King actually had such a strong lineage army, truly beyond his expectations!

Just this one regular army of five hundred men in fighting ability had already surpassed the entire Gray Wind Tribe on the fourth layer—those pointy-eared ones who only dared to curl up in the Mist Forest.

Even if Terrell Moonblade had Gold Level strength, the overall combat power would hardly compare to these fellows...

Luckily for them, it seemed like their opponents also realized they were facing a tough bone to chew and decisively chose to retreat after suffering nearly 20% casualties.

Kassen did not choose to pursue but ordered the drums to be beaten to withdraw the troops.

The Crush Skull Tribe also needed to regroup.

Ogre priests would heal the injured tribesmen, while the warriors still alive would eat those brethren who would not survive.

Next time—

He would definitely not lose!

Kassen clenched his teeth, turned around, and walked through the gates of the encampment with heavy steps toward his majestic Bone Throne, tossing the head of the slain silver-level demon at the base of the throne.

Ogres had the habit of collecting heads.

The skulls of mighty prey were not only excellent ornaments for them, but also medals that symbolized wealth and status.

Aside from him, many ogre warriors also brought back their spoils of war.

It was at this time that Kassen, whose gaze scanned the encampment, suddenly caught a glimpse of a corpse impaled by a spear out of the corner of his eye.

An ogre warrior with a scar across his chest laughed boisterously, set the body aflame amidst the jeering laughter of a group of goblins, and planted it next to the tribe's totem pole.

The surging flames instantly consumed the body doused in hot oil, making it resemble a grotesquely shaped torch!

Kassen watched the raging flames, unable to look away, watching it burn to charcoal, leaving only an alarming skeleton on the spear.

That image was so marvelous that he involuntarily held his breath, his murky pupils emitting a longing light...

What a perfect trophy.

How had he never noticed before?

Watching the final flames flicker out, the ogre warriors got ready to extract the spear with the enemy's body pierced on it, but Kassen, seated on his throne, stopped them.

"Leave it there, let it continue to burn."

Hearing the voice of their chief, the ogre warriors hesitated for a moment, then bowed and left their spears there... along with the burning skeleton.

Kassen gazed at the burning torch "in a trance", his desirous pupils seemed to flicker with a luster of intoxication again.

What he saw was no longer just the fire.

Or just the burned bones.

It was the final destination of the destiny of all things!

He had never felt such a strange feeling before; in that moment of sudden enlightenment, he felt as if he had become a poet, and the blood-soaked battlefield was the poem he was writing upon the earth.

But would anyone really notice this place?

Never one for sentimentality, he felt a tinge of regret in his heart.

But in just a moment, that regret was replaced by a stronger desire.

Someone could see!

He could feel a pair of eyes watching this place, overlooking the whole land, even the whole world surrounded by Chaos!

It was a gaze that seemed to come from the void, farther than any distance!

And in that instant, voices from the depths reached his ears, injecting inexhaustible strength into his weary and swollen body!

"Slay them all—"

"Let them burn!"

"Pleasing me with their carcasses!"

"Who are you!" Kassen growled fiercely, his sharp gaze scanning the surroundings, searching for the source of the voice.

However, unfortunately, he found nothing.

But that murky voice did not keep him puzzling over riddles, instead, just like confessing that bloodthirsty desire, it honestly revealed all of his confusions.

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