Mo Qiong had considered that his inner demon was a hidden Absolute Hit.
Now that he thought about it, this could hardly be called an inner demon. He would reveal it publicly sooner or later.
His true inner demon was even more taboo: an unattainable hope that he longed for but could never obtain.
He hoped that several death-row prisoners could have good outcomes, but that was something he could not accomplish. This obsession weighed on his heart, scorching it like the Blazing Sun.
Unable to choose left or right, tormented between emotion and reason, it had already become his inner demon.
"An indomitable vitality that can withstand the torment of a Contained Object? That's impossible! An inner demon's absoluteness is very low." Wei Lan was surprised after hearing this from the side.
Luo Yi said weakly, "I'd have to be beaten into paste before I died anyway. It's all the same."
As soon as he finished speaking, he launched the first attack. This was Mo Qiong's inner demon; before killing Mo Qiong, it would not attack anyone else.
Therefore, even though Luo Yi was so weak, no one stopped him.
Luo Yi thrust out one finger. Its long nail reflected a metallic sheen as it shot straight toward the forehead of the faceless D-Class Personnel.
His right finger could bind its vibration frequency to that of any object shaped like a finger. For this reason, the Society had created a high-frequency vibrating cone and bound it to him, giving his finger the effect of a high-frequency vibrating cutting blade.
Because he often used this Trait in battle, his fingers and even his arms were constantly ruined. He had long since replaced them with bionic mechanical prostheses, and his nails had also been replaced with high-strength alloy.
The prostheses had