Harlin was utterly bewildered. Why had the Demon across from him suddenly seemed to turn into a different person in the middle of their conversation?
Its emotions had been so calm before that it had hardly seemed like a Demon at all.
But now, that chilling killing intent made it seem even more demonic than a Demon.
He did not know if it was just an illusion, but he felt that the Demon across from him had grown stronger.
Hey, hey, hey, could villains really break through in the middle of battle?
Without making any visible movement,
the ground around the Demon shattered again and again. The killing intent seemed to have become something tangible, crushing everything around it.
Chen Yi sensed the changes within himself and said thoughtfully, "So this is the Path of Slaughter."
"Without Intent of Killing, it is merely a somewhat stronger offensive method."
"Without the Heart of Killing, killing intent has no direction."
"Only when both are present does the Path of Slaughter become the true Path of Slaughter."
But it would also cause his consciousness to be affected by killing intent more quickly.
Chen Yi was now like someone walking a tightrope.
That tightrope was his sense of self, while beneath him lay a crimson sea of blood.
One misstep, and he would fall into that sea of blood, becoming a puppet that knew only slaughter.
At that moment, the other warriors of the Silver Sword Legion arrived and surrounded Chen Yi.
The weakest among them were at Tier 4, and there were more than 2,300 of them.
Meanwhile, their opponent was only a dying Demon.
No matter how one looked at it, this was a battle they were certain to win.
An Assassin holding a dagger appeared behind Chen Yi, his silver weapon