At the bottom of the muddy drainage ditch ten miles east of the Night Market stadium, Envoy Xue Sha looked like a walking dried anchovy.
After failing his Night 3 quota while fleeing from Gu Changsheng’s spatula, the triple-voltage Soul-Lightning Whip had blasted away another 10% of his remaining lifespan. Even worse, it had cracked his cultivation down from Rank 6 Late to a ragged, leaking Rank 6 Mid (Golden Core).
His red hair was reduced to three smoking tufts of charcoal fuzz on top of his blistered scalp, and his blood-bone armor was held together with knotted weeds. Above his head, the debt counter on his [Blood-Slaughter Leveling System] glowed like a death warrant:.
[CURRENT SLAUGHTER XP BALANCE: -700,000.00 XP (TERMINAL DELINQUENCY)!]
[FINAL WARNING: If Host Fails to Clear Negative Balance Before Night 4 Midnight, System Will Automatically Harvest Host’s Own Golden Core & Soul to Repay the Upper-Realm Bank!]
“Every city on the Eastern Human Continent is covered by Gu Changsheng’s inter-sect defense grid... and now all five hundred million demons on the Western Demon Continent have joined his cursed Planetary PTA and are running three-legged races together!”
Xue Sha chewed on a bitter dandelion root in the ditch, tears of sheer terror and grievance rolling down his soot-stained cheeks.
