Compared with the hustle and bustle of the other two golden terraces, there is a strange silence here.

There was dazzling blood, which seemed to have gathered into a stream, flowing down from the golden terrace. Twisted corpses were lying everywhere, with fear remaining on their faces.

Here, it seemed that an extremely terrifying fight broke out, and in the end, no one survived.

The smell of blood filled the world.

Click.

In the sudden silence, there was a strange chewing sound.

His eyes followed the sound of chewing, and then he discovered that at the highest point of the blood-red golden terrace, there was actually a figure sitting upright.

It was a bald young man wearing a white monk's robe. The young man had red lips and white teeth, and looked extremely handsome. But at this time, he was holding a short arm, stuffed it into his mouth, and slowly tore it apart.

On that smooth head, there were streaks of dazzling blood slowly squirming like insects, faintly like a blood-red lotus.

Blood spattered from the corners of his mouth, making him look exuding an indescribable eerie and strange aura.

Finally, the young man patted his belly and said with satisfaction: "I'm finally full."

Then he lazily stood up, touched his belly, and looked at the open cloud wall behind the golden terrace. The smile on his lips became more and more weird, and at the same time, there was a murmur.

"No. 2 was killed?"

"Haha, it's really useless, but it's good, I have a reason to eat you all."
Chapter completed!