Are you kidding me?! The boss of the Hell Dungeon is a loli!

On the ruins outside the vortex of death.

Hundreds of eerie lords from various levels were gathered around the edge of the red mist, discussing the situation inside with great enthusiasm.

Twenty minutes had passed, and apart from the initial burst of blood-red light, there were no more sounds of fighting or clashes of laws.

The Blood Lord crossed his arms, his heavy armor, forged from bone, exuding a strong stench of blood in the eerie wind.

"Bloodstained, no need to look anymore, that white-haired girl from Red Moon Castle is dead for sure."

The Blood Lord sneered, his vertical pupils, like those of a venomous snake, filled with gloating mockery.

"The chilling aura is the core defense of this vortex. Let alone someone like her who just broke through to SS-level by luck, even if I were to force my way in, I definitely wouldn't last more than fifteen minutes."

Standing beside his adoptive father, stained with blood, the blood-red scales on his face were faintly red from extreme excitement, and he was haphazardly hacking at the rubble with his machete.

"Father is right, that girl is an ignorant idiot who actually led a newly transformed monster, covered in stench, into her death!"

Even more smugly, he spat a mouthful of blood-tinged saliva in the direction where the strange figures of the Red Moon Castle were standing.

"Once that fog dissipates, I'm going to snatch that white-haired girl's puppet corpse, take her limbs off, and make them into ornaments to display in my bedroom!"

Upon hearing this, Nyarlathotep, who had been standing behind with his bony cane, tapped the tip of his cane twice with his gloved fingers.

Stella's beautiful yet murderous eyes instantly locked onto the bloodstained neck, and the huge scissors with eyeballs in her hand made a clicking sound as if it were thirsting for blood.

"If you dare to insult our supreme Lord with such filthy words again, Stella will cut your tongue off inch by inch and feed it to the dogs."

"What? Your master died inside, and you dogs are still pretending to be loyal?"

With the Blood Lord backing him up, Bloodstained didn't take Stella, who was just recovering from serious injuries, seriously at heart. He stepped forward and roared loudly.

Just as tensions were running high and a chaotic battle was about to erupt on the ruins, the thick, dark red aura of death surrounding the altar suddenly began to melt away at a visible speed, like snow meeting the scorching sun.

The forbidden zone of death, which was originally enough to instantly turn an A-level monster to ashes, was completely exposed to the air in just over ten seconds.

Those soulless puppets that had been wandering at the edge of the mist turned into a pile of black ashes as the mist dissipated.

"The fog has lifted, the seal has been broken!"

Someone in the crowd shouted, and the various minor lords who had been observing suddenly became like sharks smelling blood, their eyes red as they prepared to charge forward.

The Blood Lord laughed loudly, his skeletal armor colliding with a tremendous roar, and he transformed into a blood-red afterimage, charging directly to the front.

"Truly, heaven is on my side! That girl sacrificed her life to deplete the power of the ancient magic array, and now that SS-grade treasure is mine!"

Bloodstained followed closely behind, letting out a horrible scream as he swung his machete at the two A-level minor monsters blocking his way.

"Get out of my way! All of you, get out of my way! The Red Moon Lord's corpse and all the Abyss artifacts belong to our Mad Blood Manor!"

Just as the Bloodthirsty Lord, who was at the forefront, crossed the boundary that was originally shrouded in red mist, and was about to leap to the top of the altar to plunder the treasures, a petite and exquisite figure was walking down the steps slowly and leisurely.

The Blood Lord's charge was abruptly halted mid-air, its two enormous feet carving two half-meter-deep furrows into the ground.

He stared wide-eyed at the white-haired little girl in front of him, wearing small black leather shoes and with a strawberry stick in her mouth.

Jiang Luo, holding Lin Xiao's hand, tilted his head to look at the Blood Lord who was only three meters away from him, and then looked at the hundreds of strange beings behind him who had crashed into each other due to the sudden braking.

"Why are you ugly freaks running so fast? Are you rushing to deliver pocket money to Luo Luo?"

Jiang Luo spat the small plastic stick from his mouth onto the instep of the Blood Lord, whose two small shark teeth gleamed with a cold and mocking light in the sunlight.

Smeared with blood and panting, he squeezed up from behind. Before he could even see what was in front of him, he instinctively pointed the machete in his hand forward.

"Hand over that girl's body, or I'll..."

The words stuck in his throat, because he saw Jiang Luo standing there perfectly still, not only not turned into a mindless puppet, but the abyssal pressure emanating from him was even several times more terrifying than before he entered the vortex.

The hundreds of eerie lords present fell into a deathly silence, their faces all bearing the same blank and shocked expression as the Bloodthirsty Lord.

"You...you're still alive?"

The blood-stained voice trembled with fright, and the machete in his hand clattered to the ground covered with rubble.

"Who do you think you are, to curse Lolo to death?"

Jiang Luo didn't waste any words, and didn't even summon the Blood Moon Scythe. He simply raised his fair little hand and slapped the ugly face covered in blood-red scales from a distance.

A crisp snap echoed across the empty ruins.

An invisible slap, formed by the fusion of pure abyssal rules and spatial power, landed hard on the bloodstained face, sending the still-stunned S-rank playboy spinning three times in the air before crashing into a distant, abandoned, collapsed wall with a loud bang.

"Stained with blood!"

As the Blood Lord looked at his adopted son, who had been instantly killed and severely injured, the anger in his eyes finally overwhelmed his shock, and his skeletal armor burst forth with a dazzling scarlet light.

"Red Moon brat, how dare you commit murder before me! Hand over the SS-rank item from the altar, and perhaps I can grant you a complete corpse!"

The Blood Lord opened his hands, which were covered with sharp claws, and his terrifying aura as a veteran SS-level expert spread outwards without reservation, forcing the surrounding low-level monsters to cough up blood and retreat.

"Give Lolo a proper burial?"

Jiang Luo grabbed the hem of her pleated skirt, laughing so hard she almost fell over, her two little tufts of hair on her head trembling wildly.

"You old bastard who doesn't even dare to step through the front door, you dare to negotiate with Luo Luo?"

Jiang Luo's laughter abruptly stopped, and the mischievousness in his red eyes instantly transformed into extreme coldness and killing intent.

The flat ground behind her suddenly exploded with dozens of thick, dark red abyssal tentacles, each tipped with a black eyeball that shimmered with the power of ancient rules.

"Foolish woman, don't just stand there! Let out all your resentment for Luo Luo! Today, Luo Luo is going to lock the door and beat this ugly, bony thing to pieces and burn it for firewood!"

Upon hearing the command, Lin Xiao swung his broken, stitched hand forward with great force. A massive amount of black resentment belonging to the newly promoted SS-level monster surged out from the ground, instantly intertwining with Jiang Luo's abyssal tentacles, transforming into a huge cage that forcefully trapped the Berserker Lord in the very center.

As the Blood Lord looked at the black resentment that could corrode space, and felt the despairing pressure emanating from Jiang Luo, who had already reached the threshold of SSS level, a crack of fear finally appeared on his arrogant face.