Under the guidance of Shi Feiya, Xiao Yi and his party arrived at the Slave Market.
The entire Slave Market was filled with noise and despair, with most slaves facing bleak futures.
The lucky ones, like Along, could become enforcers for powerful forces, and although they lacked freedom, at least they had food and clothing and could stay alive in this world.
The unlucky ones.
They might not even know how they died.
In the countless black cages, numerous slaves curled up inside, each one's face filled with bitterness, despair, or unwillingness, despair, and darkness, were the main theme of the Slave Market.
The atmosphere was oppressively terrifying.
Upon entering the Slave Market, Along's fists clenched tight, and his breathing lost its steady rhythm.
His eyes were blood-red.
There was a time.
He, too, was like these slaves, locked up in black cages like animals, starving and waiting for buyers to decide their fates.
