This Body Descended into the World!

Boom!

Allen threw a punch and tore a beast apart with his bare hands. Black Flame surged from his body like a starving ghost sighting a feast, devouring the beast, all thousand kilograms of it, in an instant!

Allen felt the power in his forehead growing stronger, and his eyes shone brighter and brighter!

From small animals at first to massive beasts now, Allen had fought his way through this forest for more than half a month. Since leaving the "home" that had broken his heart, he had found nearly all his food, clothing, and shelter in this vast primeval jungle.

Loneliness? Fear? How could he still harbor such pitiful feelings?

From that day on, he had only a heart that belonged to darkness!

Kill, kill. As long as this body still held strength, as long as his spirit had not run dry, he would not stop killing for a moment!

He reveled in killing. He loved it. As a child, he had believed killing was shameful. He had thought the way he went mad at the sight of blood meant he was a devil with a hidden nature. He had once hated himself, hated the bloodlust buried deep in his heart.

So he had restrained himself, holding back the violence in his heart at every moment. Slowly, the violent child had become an honest, unassuming man, even a little timid!

But was he truly timid?

Bang!

Another flame-type Demon Wolf sprang out, and he tore it apart with his bare hands.

Bright red blood sprayed everywhere, drenching him. Blood covered his face, making him look terrifyingly savage.

"I never knew blood could smell so sweet!" His scarlet tongue licked his lips, his eyes glazed with rapture.

Only now, with his urge to kill unleashed, did he understand how wildly