The stench of blood clung to the air like a suffocating haze, thick and heavy as it filled every corner of the Divine Concealment Array.
The floor had become an uneven carpet of hundreds of corpses. Jiang Chen stood amidst this sea of death with an expression that was cold and unmoved. He stepped onto the chest of a small child, and the sound was a muffled pop, the delicate ribcage collapsing like a dry bird's nest under the weight of his absolute strength.
Jiang Chen leaned into it, his leg muscles tightening as he ground his heel into the cavity, twisting his foot until the heart and lungs burst beneath his boot, squirting a slurry of pink froth and shredded tissue between his toes. He took another step, his feet coming down like grinding stones upon the heads of the elderly and the young alike. Skulls shattered under his force, spraying grey brain matter and jagged shards of bone against the shimmering walls of the array.
