But now it seems...

This is actually a city composed of soul races.

There is even a barrier between Praia and Praia.

Perhaps the two of them stayed in place for too long, and the man who entered the door turned back.

Under that pure black mask was a pair of slightly playful eyes.

"What's wrong, my guest, what are you doing standing at the door?" He smiled and said, "Come in quickly, there are some things we can discuss later."

Su Mingan walked in.

Yamada Machichi hesitated for a moment and then followed him in.

Even though he knew it was dangerous here, he could no longer look back.

Entering this barrier is equivalent to boarding a pirate ship. In a city ruled by the soul clan, he, a human, can only survive step by step.

"Wow"

As soon as he stepped into the building, he heard waves of extremely high-pitched screams.

The cheers came out like water splashing, and the warm yellow light inside seemed a bit dazzling.

Yamada Machichi squinted his eyes and saw that they seemed to be in an auditorium on a high platform, with a Colosseum-like venue below. Brilliant lights covered the top of the circular building, illuminating the Colosseum below.

The remaining blood on it.

A human wearing thin clothes was fighting for life and death with another human in the field. They were holding sharp knives, and their blood was sprinkled on the sand in the field. The two of them were already fighting with their eyes red.

The auditorium in the outer circle was filled with cheering soul clans.

"kill him"

"Kill him!"

"Little Al! I bet on you! Don't let me down."

The soul clansmen cheered loudly, their blood-red eyes brightening.

They generally wear noble-like gorgeous clothes, and many of the female Soul Tribes have hairpins on their heads and fans in their hands, making them look quite ladylike.

This scene looks no different from the human gladiatorial arena.

However, the people who were watching other people's life-and-death struggles as if they were watching a play were changed from humans to soul races.

In an instant, he walked into the brightly lit arena from night. Yamada Machichi's eyes still couldn't get used to it. He took a cursory glance at the audience seats and was shocked by the number of soul clans.

...definitely no less than two hundred people.

The soul hunting information clearly stated that the number of soul clans cannot exceed a thousand.

But now it seems that just one soul city in the southern district may have more than this number.

If these people regard him as an enemy and pounce on him at the same time in the next moment...

Yamada Machichi felt that this step was too risky.

It seems that he shouldn't have come to see the leader of the Soul Clan so soon. He underestimated the strength of the Soul Clan.

The man was still walking ahead, leading them into a private room.

The private room is very large, with fruits and red wine on the table. Under the transparent floor-to-ceiling glass in front, you can clearly see the scene of the arena below.

The cheers of the audience were transmitted through the glass, and the arena was filled with a smell of blood and fanaticism.

"Want to try? The best drinks in Praia." The man poured the wine, his posture was particularly elegant, and with the black and white dress like a waiter, he looked like a qualified butler.

"I don't drink." Su Mingan said.

"I...I don't drink either." Yamada Machichi followed immediately. He watched the man pour the wine, and suddenly his nose moved and he smelled something wrong.

……etc.

His eyes widened slightly.

The man had raised his glass, and the scarlet liquid slid down the glass. The blood-red eyes behind the mask stared at Yamada Machichi with a hint of aggression.

Yamada Machichi has already smelled it.

That's not red wine at all.

That scarlet liquid was clearly blood, human blood.

A touch of blood floated in the air, and the transparent glass wine glass shone with a layer of golden reflected light.

The man put down his wine glass and sat down amidst the sounds of fighting and cheers below, as if he wanted to watch the gladiatorial fight here.

"This gentleman." Yamada Machichi said: "We are here to find the leader of the Soul Clan."

"Yes, I know." The man smiled and said, "Sit down first, dear guest, we can talk about anything now."

He slowly raised his hand, and placed his sharp-jointed hand on the pure black mask.

When he put down his hand, he had already taken off his mask and hat, revealing a handsome face that looked particularly young and pale.

Golden hair hung down on his plump forehead, and the light flickered in his blood-red eyes. The look in his eyes contained some deep meaning.

"Introduce yourself." The man said: "I am the leader of the Praia Soul Clan, the leader of the Soul Clan City, and the upper-ranking Soul Clan Sevia."

Then, he no longer looked at Yamada Machichi, but turned his attention to Su Ming'an.

"Long time no see." He said: "...Father."

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Chapter completed!