Acrylic was furious too. So what if his head had been split open? Big deal!
Countless Blood Crystal Muscle spikes sprouted from his body, turning Damon into a porcupine!
But Damon ignored them, snapped off the crystal spikes, and viciously stabbed Acrylic through the ear, piercing his head from side to side once more!
Then he pinned Acrylic beneath him and used the Blood Crystal he had broken off to stab him furiously, roaring as he did!
Acrylic continued to fight back!
But no matter what fatal injuries he inflicted on Damon, they rapidly healed under the influence of the baleful energy!
Damon didn't know the meaning of defense. He was dead set on killing Acrylic!
You're crazy? Then I'll be even crazier!
I've killed so many people. Why should I have to die at your hands?
You had to go mad to survive!
At that moment, the prisoners watched Damon pin Acrylic down and beat him. Their faces went pale, and cold sweat poured off them!
Was this really Da Mengmeng, who sewed pillows and stuffed dolls for everyone and made their beds?
Holy crap! Was he actually the most ruthless, most twisted guy in the Netherworld Death Prison?
Those prisoners who'd picked fights with Damon to pad their records before getting out had been lucky to survive!
As it turned out, Jiang Nan was pretty good at reading people. He hadn't picked the wrong guy...
Wang Youzhi's eyes were gleaming!
"Baleful energy? Does its strength and amount depend on one's will?"
Damon had clearly been on the verge of collapse just moments ago, but he'd gotten back on his feet and started beating Acrylic down again!
The stronger his will, the stronger his momentum—and the more his baleful energy surged?
After all, this stuff wasn't energy. Energy couldn't