In the live broadcast, Agarwood City seemed to have transformed into a Purgatory on earth, with the stench of blood and carnage filling every corner.
Blood gurgled and flowed along the drainage ditches on both sides of the roads, making a SPLASHING sound, as if the city were experiencing an unprecedented downpour.
Close your eyes, and you would think it was rain. Open them, and you would see the endless fires of Purgatory burning.
The blood pooled into small rivers, and as they flowed, they washed over broken fingernails, scattered strands of hair, torn scraps of clothing, and shattered shoes. These
were the fragments of life, the once-joyous laughter of Agarwood City now turned to despair.
On the streets, screams rose and fell in an unending chorus, a symphony from Hell that mercilessly tormented every soul.
Among the figures lying in pools of blood, some had been companions this Martial Artist saw day in and day out. Others were simply familiar faces.
