Especially Furious

He was completely different from how he was now. At this point, he was practically no different from a madman.

"He Qiandao, wake up! I don't care what you did before, but killing people like this is completely unreasonable."

Jiang Zhen thought there was still a chance to turn him around, but now he knew that none of that mattered.

"What are you even trying to talk me into? And what are you pretending to be a saint for? You and I are exactly the same. What gives you the right to join the Demon Suppression Division?"

He didn't know why he had become a Demon Suppression Envoy, but from the way things stood, that was already a bad sign.

He also didn't understand why everyone had turned against him.

Back then, he had told Lin Feng and the others so much.

It had only been to get his body back.

He didn't think he'd done anything wrong, but they were all blaming him, saying everything was his fault.

"We never meant to say anything else or make this situation strange. You're the one who did that."

"Exactly. You're the one who made it impossible to turn back and made everything so much worse."

"Those problems are yours, yet you're still spouting nonsense. It seems I don't have time to waste on you anymore."

As he spoke, he stared coldly at everyone, his expression blazing with fury.

By now, the others knew there was no point in wasting their breath on him.

Lin Feng pulled him straight into the Lesser World he had previously sealed off with a specially made Cosmic Bag.

"Come on. Let's go in and deal with him."

Zhou Qinglan followed them inside. Only after they had entered did everyone in the Demon Suppression Division finally breathe