The metallic sensation did not come from some metal weapon, but from the small metal ring at the tip of Zhan Ling's tongue.
"Hehe..."
With a burst of giggling, her long tongue pierced Duriel's temple and mashed all of his brain tissue to pieces.
At the same time, Zhan Ling used her agile body to pin the worm-shaped Duriel beneath her hips.
Purple Purgatory
A purple domain spread out. At that moment, Zhan Ling no longer resembled a human, nor was she merely an ordinary purple demon.
Everyone in the audience felt the presence of a great demon. A purple monster phantom that looked down on all things condensed behind Zhan Ling—a sinister monster that specialized in absorbing male essence.
Utterly brutal.
Zhan Ling frenziedly cut and tore Duriel's body apart with all ten of her claws.
Every swipe of her claws carved a huge purple afterimage through the air, leaving the circus stage utterly ruined.
Even the transparent barrier set up by the clown emitted the sharp sound of fingernails scraping against glass. Every claw strike left a mark on its surface.
The harsh sound of nails scraping glass made most of the audience extremely uncomfortable. They could not help covering their ears to block out the grating noise.
"Hahaha!"
As his flesh was continuously torn apart, Zhan Ling constantly let out crazed laughter, completely immersed in the act.
According to their agreement, the flesh was supplied for Little Zi inside her to eat.
Once Duriel had been completely torn apart, Zhan Ling slowly cleaned the tiny bits of filth from her skin, then bowed to the audience with a satisfied smile.
It seemed she was thanking them for quietly appreciating her entire performance.
"Thank you, everyone. Thank you, everyone."
Her bewitching purple eyes were filled with a merciless