1100: C1100 Demon King

C1100 Demon King

Those people look exactly like the scariest, baring fangs and brandishing claws of beasts.

Their eyes were all extremely red. These people had completely forgotten about my strength. They had forgotten how terrifying I was. At this moment... In their eyes, I am a key that can lead them away from this place.

However, whether or not they can grasp this key will depend on their own strength.

With a shout from his throat, his feet suddenly exerted strength on the ground. His body was like a cannonball as he suddenly charged forward. The scalpel in his hand flashed three times at a rapid speed.

The throats of the three people were instantly torn.

His movements were extremely fast, like a gust of wind. No one in front of him could block me.

The scalpel was designed to cut the human body. Using this kind of thing to tear the throat was simply a waste of talent.

My movements are really too fast, too violent, too crazy.

In the cell, the people from the Venomous Spider secretly peeked through the crack of the door to see what was happening outside. I can barely be seen, I can only see around my body. Those cruel prisoners were everywhere, all of them were howling loudly. Trying to get rid of me.

But it is completely useless.

The figure was like a sandbag, flying backwards. Some even fell from the seventh floor. In the air, they could only helplessly let out miserable screams.

Like dumplings, corpses kept falling from upstairs.

In the corridor, there were corpses everywhere, almost like a mountain.

Below his feet was mud, and blood kept rolling down like rain.

Miserable screams could be heard without an end.

These people had all gone crazy.

In order to escape, these people had given everything they had. They did not care about anything anymore.

Even if they were unarmed, even if they did not have any weapons in their hands, they did not care at all.

However, apart from increasing the number of corpses on the ground, these people did not have the slightest change in the situation of the battle.

The crowd was crowded together. The people in front were shocked by the bloody massacre and kept retreating. The people in the back kept rushing up the stairs.

Someone accidentally fell to the ground and did not even have the chance to get up. In an instant, countless feet drowned out the screams and were trampled to death in a short period of time.

Death.

At this time, human life became the cheapest thing.

Not worth mentioning.

This is the first time Brother Hao and the others have seen me go crazy. At this moment, they finally understood what I said before. I am not boasting at all.

This man is really a devil king of killing.

In this short period of time, dozens of corpses were left on the ground. Each of them was killed with a single strike, and there was no need for a second attack.

This was strength. It was absolutely powerful. It was almost overwhelming. It was a one-sided and terrifying strength.

In front of me, these prisoners don't even have the capital to resist.

I don't know when, but my eyes have already turned red. That is more and more blood that splashed onto my face and rolled down my eyelids, causing it to turn red.

From top to bottom, my clothes are almost completely drenched in blood.

My brain began to hurt once again. The tumor in my mind was still expanding with a buzzing sound. The intense pain made me feel that my strength was multiplying.

Originally, I thought that being immersed in this bloody scene might stimulate the nerves in my heart and make me go crazy again.

However, the strange thing was that this situation did not happen. I did not go crazy.

On the contrary, the intense pain in my head made my rationality become unprecedentedly clear.

I could clearly sense what was happening around my body. For example, there was a person behind me who was sneaking behind me with a hook in his hand. He was aiming at the back of my neck.

Without even looking at him, he turned his body and swept his leg over.

With a bang, the body left the ground and crashed into the railing. The railing was bent and was bleeding.

On the left, a person was flying over. He opened his hands as if he wanted to grab my throat.

However, this action seemed to be useless. His left hand grabbed the neck of the fellow and with a slight push of his fingers, his cervical vertebra was broken with a crack.

It was too simple.

To kill a person, it was actually such a simple matter. There was no pressure at all.

I can feel that the strength and physical strength in my body has clearly improved significantly compared to before the experiment.

Hu...

There was no need to worry at all. As long as he released the strength in his body to his heart's content, it would be great. That feeling was truly too satisfying.

On one hand, it's the pain in my brain, and on the other hand, it's the pleasure of releasing my own powerful strength to my heart's content. These two different flavors mix in my mind, making me feel a strange sense of confusion.

How long has it been since the battle started?

Perhaps, this should not be called a battle, but rather a one-sided massacre.

Five minutes, ten minutes, or even longer?

The scalpel in his hand had already been rolled up. The corpses piled up together, almost surpassing the railing.

But in front of him, there was still an endless number of people.

When the people below saw what happened upstairs, they all gasped.

Even Sabu, Sam, and the other terrorists who did not care about their lives, felt a chill behind their necks.

That guy was too scary. So many people wanted to kill him, but in the end, they were all killed. It seemed like that guy was completely fine.

Was there really such an abnormal person in this world?

Lin Guodong's face was also filled with fear.

He finally understood why Chief Zhang had specifically told him not to let Ye Chen get angry no matter what.

When this guy really got angry, that kind of result was really scary.

Devil, devil king, devil? Monsters...

He didn't know what words could describe this man in front of him.

Perhaps, the word 'monster' was the most appropriate word to describe this man.1

Initially, those people from the Venomous Spider didn't think that I would be able to fight so many people. That was a difference of a few hundred times. However, when they saw this scene, they couldn't help but have hope in their hearts.

The scalpel was no longer useful.

Although it was not a problem for them to continue killing, they already felt a little irritated in their hearts.

With a wave of his hand, the scalpel slipped out of his hand and went into the forehead of the person in front of him.

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