Sweeping across the heavens, starting with the first emperor of the ancient times.

The North, Ain.

Jiang Hao stood outside the city gate, looking at the city, which was not small in size.

The city walls were very high, made of a black stone, and looked exceptionally sturdy.

This is a relatively famous city in the North.

There were demon soldiers guarding the city gate.

Of course, they couldn't see Jiang Hao.

Jiang Hao stepped into the city.

The city streets were wide and the buildings were magnificent, but the atmosphere of the whole city was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

On the streets, most of the people coming and going are demons.

They had different skin colors, curved horns on their foreheads, and dark golden eyes that swept across the street as if surveying their own territory.

There were also many humans in the city, but they were mostly slaves and goods.

Some were doing hard labor and being whipped, while others were chained together and led around like cargo, not knowing where they were being taken.

Jiang Hao saw a row of iron cages hanging in front of a mansion.

There are people locked in the cage.

They were all living people, men and women, young and old, barely clothed, with empty eyes.

They were crammed into the small cages like livestock waiting to be slaughtered.

A demon steward stood by the iron cage, haggling with another demon.

"This person is too old, their flesh is too dry, so make it cheaper."

"Five low-grade resources, that's the most we can give. Wild humans are hard to catch these days, so these were all transported from the south, which is expensive."

The sounds of bargaining were commonplace, just like discussing the price of a bag of grain.

An old man in the cage looked up once, then lowered his head again.

His eyes were empty, devoid of anger or sadness.

Jiang Hao waved his hand, and the alien demons here turned into specks of light.

After turning a few corners, you'll see a street.

The aroma of various spices mingled with the fragrance of oil wafted over.

The aroma was strong and quite enticing.

Jiang Hao stopped in his tracks.

The streets were lined with vendors, grilling chunks of meat over charcoal fires, with grease dripping onto the coals, creating sizzling sounds and sparks.

The vendors brushed on various seasonings, and the meat chunks were grilled until golden brown, emitting an enticing aroma.

But if you look closely, you can see the shape of that piece of meat.

It's a person's thigh.

Human legs were cut into sections and roasted over charcoal.

The leg bone protruded from the flesh, with distinct joints, and was blackened by the charcoal fire.

Further inside, there were human bodies cut in half hanging in the oven.

The firelight illuminated their torsos, their skin charred and blistering, with drops of grease dripping down.

In a large pot, braised human heads floated to the surface.

Some were facing upwards, their eyes half-open, their mouths slightly agape, as if they were shouting silently.

Some were face down, with only the back of their heads and ears showing, slowly rolling around in the brown brine.

Rows of people's hands were skewered with iron sticks and placed on the fire, sizzling as they roasted.

Those hands were of different sizes, some with thick fingers; they were men's hands.

Some fingers are slender, they are a woman's hands.

And tiny hands.

Very small.

So small that it's only the length of two fingers on one hand.

Five tiny fingers were curled up, their nails not yet fully grown, as tender as newly sprouted branches and leaves.

Those little hands were slightly curled up from the heat.

The heat of the charcoal fire caused the skin to wrinkle, turning its original pinkish color into a scorched yellow.

This is a baby's, and a very young baby at that!

The demons moved among the stalls, clutching chunks of roasted meat in their hands, tearing into them and eating with their mouths greasy.

A demon fished a human head out of the pot, broke open the skull, and used a spoon to scoop out the brain to eat, chatting and laughing with his companions as he ate.

A demon grabbed a bunch of human hands and gnawed on them with relish, the bones crunching loudly.

A demon carrying half a body walked along, tearing off strips of meat and stuffing them into its mouth. The meat strands dangled from the corners of its mouth; it wiped them away casually and continued eating.

Laughter, shouts, chewing, and the cracking of bones blended together.

The demons' faces were full of satisfaction and pleasure; to them, it was just an ordinary meal.

The human head in the pot had its eyes half-open, still retaining the fear it felt before death.

Jiang Hao looked at the little hand.

The hand was very small, with thin fingers and nails that hadn't fully grown in. The nails were transparent, and you could see the pink flesh underneath.

His fingers were slightly curled, like when he was asleep and clenched his fist.

But now they've become food for these otherworldly demons.

Jiang Hao stood there, looking at the street, at the alien demons, at the human heads in the pot, and at the small hands on the grill.

Jiang Hao had witnessed many cruel scenes.

But seeing this scene again still made him feel uneasy. Even if these demons died a thousand times, it would not be enough to satisfy his hatred!

"Why!"

Jiang Hao sighed softly.

The sigh was very soft and should have been drowned out by the noise of the street.

But at this moment, it rang clearly in the ears of every demon.

The entire street fell silent instantly.

All the demons turned their heads at the same time and looked at the street.

A young man dressed in black stood there, quietly watching them.

The demons were stunned for a moment, their expressions instantly turning serious, because none of them had noticed when this young man had arrived.

It is clear that this young man is no ordinary person; he is very likely a human fire-bringer, and a powerful one at that.

"Humans!"

"It's a human fire-bringer!"

The whole street was in chaos.

Some of the demons dropped the meat they were holding and ran away. Others grabbed their weapons and charged at Jiang Hao.

Some found a place to hide nearby, while others took out communication talismans to send a message.

"Go and call for help, kill him!"

Various sounds were mixed together.

Jiang Hao didn't move, he just watched the alien demons rushing towards him.

More than a dozen rushed over, and the demon in the lead was holding a bone knife, which was still stained with blood, and his expression was ferocious.

Jiang Hao raised his hand.

The void trembled slightly.

Those demons were still running, still yelling, still waving their weapons.

Then they realized they couldn't run anymore.

My feet felt like they were nailed to the ground.

Looking down, I saw dark golden lines on the ground, like living snakes, crawling up my legs.

"Kill me... but spare my life..."

One of the demons wanted to beg for mercy, but it was in so much pain that it couldn't even scream.

He saw his hands begin to rot, the skin peeling off in pieces, revealing the flesh underneath.

The flesh turned black, oozed pus, and was infested with maggots that burrowed into the flesh, creating small holes.

He was in so much pain he wanted to die, but he couldn't.

The flesh rots away, exposing the bones. The bones rot further, turning to dust, and then they begin to grow again.

From bone fragments grows bone, from bone grows flesh and blood, from flesh and blood grows skin.

It's healed.

It's starting to rot again.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

The demons on this street are all like this.

Some want to run but can't, some want to hide but can't, and some want to die but can't.

They stood there, watching themselves rot and grow back, grow back and rot again.

The expression on his face changed from fear to despair, from despair to numbness, and then from numbness to being torn apart by a new round of pain, turning into even deeper despair.

No one could make a sound.

No one could move an inch.

They just stood there, like rows of sculptures, silently decaying, silently reborn, and silently decaying again.

From now on, this group of demons will continue in this cycle, unable to live or die, unable even to commit suicide!

Killing these demons directly would be too lenient on them; they need to endure this torment indefinitely to truly satisfy our hatred.