Lind awoke from his cultivation to see the storm still raging but it was weaker. He flew out into it and then up into the endless skies.
When he first arrived, it was almost impossible to find his way around but the endless slaughter had drawn him to the demons. They were in the majority in the 3rd layer.
Anywhere else, the level of slaughter would be considered a wicked power no matter what justification was given, but survival made even the most heinous technique acceptable so long as it worked.
Lind had been highly effective, proof enough of the source of the soulless horde, but he had chosen to focus only on his strength and his enemies.
As he broke through the top of the storm, blinding light flooded his eyes. He did not even blink as his Qi flowed around him to moderate his vision.
His aura locked on to a battle raging far above. Blood was already in the air and he started to hear screams as he finally passed through a cloud into hell.
