Chapter 876: Farce

Bloodlust Hall lay under a pall of gloom. Outside the hall, war banners snapped in the wind. Eight black-clad armies stood in neat squares, a dark mass spreading like a black carpet across the land. Inside the great hall, the atmosphere was so oppressive it felt almost solid. The Bloodlust Yama, lord of Bloodlust Hall, sat rigid on the high seat. His face was livid, his eyes bloodshot, and he stared down without a word. Below him, eight men stood ramrod straight, each armored for war. Under that...