Powerful Demon Charm

Demon Charm fell silent. He knew that a natural-born god of slaughter like Lin Ming could never be swayed by words. Lin Ming believed only in his own strength and followed only his own will. Winning him over was no longer possible.

"Since that's the case..." Demon Charm slowly exhaled a foul breath. The last trace of appreciation in his eyes completely turned into icy killing intent. "Then die!"

He no longer hesitated and coldly ordered Gao Fuhai and Du Gu Ce, who were cowering in the corner:

"You two! Open the city gates immediately! Let all the Mutated Beasts in! Since this brat wants to stall for time and wait for reinforcements, I'll show him who truly calls the shots in this city!"

"Yes! Yes!" As though granted a reprieve, Gao Fuhai and Du Gu Ce scrambled toward the side door of the Conference Hall, not daring to pause for even a moment. They truly did not want to face Lin Ming, this god of slaughter, for another second.

In the blink of an eye, only Lin Ming and Demon Charm remained in the Conference Hall. The air was filled with suffocating pressure and killing intent.

Demon Charm slowly rolled his neck and wrists, producing a series of crackling pops from his joints.

His black formal suit fluttered without wind. An aura far more terrifying, colder, and more violent than before burst from his body like a ferocious beast breaking free of its shackles!

Dense black patterns resembling snake scales began to emerge across his skin. His pupils instantly turned into vertical snake eyes that glimmered with an eerie green light.

The nails on his hands began to lengthen and sharpen, flashing with a metallic chill. Most horrifying of all, his clothes tore apart behind him as two fleshy