The gloomy, dispirited man raised his hand. An evil spirit started coiling around it.
The next moment, the black spirit flew out of his hand and shot toward Sengo.
Sengo froze in fear. He didn't even know how to dodge.
However, the black spirit was blocked by another hand.
Chen Zhao reached out and grabbed it.
"Do you know that it's taboo to attack innocent people?" Chen Zhao squeezed the black spirit in his hand gently.
The gloomy, dispirited man sneered. "You dare to touch my Black Death with your body? You won't end up any better."
"Really?" Chen Zhao looked at his palm. It had indeed turned black. It had been corroded by the black spirit's death aura.
"Mr. Sengo, you can go back first."
"Mr. Chen … They …"
"Don't worry. Leave it to me. You won't be of much help here."
"Then … okay." Sengo carefully retreated into the house and closed the door softly.
The moment the door closed, Chen Zhao crushed the Black Death Monster.
"You dare to kill my Black Death! Then you'll replace … "
Before the gloomy, dispirited man could finish, his hands fell to the ground.
"My … My hands … My hands?"
"Oh no …"
The fastest to react was a woman in a purple t-shirt.
— —
Her right palm glowed with purple light, but before she could push it out, her right palm broke too.
Her right palm was also broken. It wasn't the kind that was cut off, but it was torn off.
Her body seemed to be pulled by some force and she fell to the ground.
"Ah!" The woman in the purple t-shirt screamed in pain.
The others felt their scalps go numb. The fat man beside them had just taken a step forward when his body was lifted upside down.
His body was lifted upside down, and his left foot was torn off.
The remaining man and woman didn't dare to move anymore.
They didn't understand what had happened at all.
The man hadn't done anything at all.
But out of their three companions, one had lost two arms, one palm, and one leg.
This was practically tearing off all their limbs.
They'd never seen something so cruel.
In the past, they'd encountered spiritualists.
They couldn't even survive one round of attacks.
However, this ordinary-looking spiritualist in front of him was indescribably terrifying.
"Kill him … Kill him … Kill him …" The gloomy and dispirited man roared in pain. Both of his arms had been chopped off.
At this moment, he had no combat power to speak of.
Magma appeared under Chen Zhao's feet. Like a snake, it coiled around the gloomy, dispirited man.
The gloomy, dispirited man let out a heart-wrenching scream.
The scorching lava scorched his skin.
In the next moment, the lava poured directly into the cold and dispirited man's mouth.
Rumble, rumble —
The gloomy and dispirited man died, and he died in great pain.
By the time his body fell, his organs had already been roasted.
Lava seeped out of his cracked skin.
At this moment, Sengo wanted to come out.
But before he could open the door, Chen Zhao stopped him.
After all, Sengo was just an ordinary person.
The scene outside was rather bloody.
"Mr. Chen, are you alright?"
"I'm fine. It'll be over soon. It's better if you don't come out."
Chen Zhao's lava turned into a dark shadow again. First, it completely wiped away the ashes of the gloomy, dispirited man.
Then it engulfed the blood and broken limbs at the scene. Finally, it picked up the few people and left.
They either no longer had the ability to fight, or they didn't have the courage to resist.
Thus, they allowed Chen Zhao to bind them and leave.
Chen Zhao brought them to a secluded place.
Only then did he release them.
"Tell me, who are you? Why did you attack Sengo? Did you also awaken his daughter's demonic bloodline?"
No one spoke. It seemed like no one was willing to speak first.
Of course, Chen Zhao never cared about their stubbornness.
The dark shadow turned into countless blades, dragging the woman in the purple shirt into it.
"Ah …"
The woman was sliced into pieces by the countless spinning blades.
Blood splattered everywhere. Flesh and blood flew everywhere.
This went on for a minute. Then the woman went completely silent.
When the dark magma retreated, the woman's corpse was no longer human.
This group of people had never seen such a cruel scene.
In the past, when they faced spiritualists, even if they were individually strong.
Most of them would be merciful.
They had never met an enemy who would kill them so cruelly.
The man before them was different from all the spiritualists they'd met and interacted with in the past.
Powerful, cold, merciless, and merciless.
"I only need one person who can answer my question. I'll kill everyone else. Don't expect me to be merciful, and don't think that you'll get lucky. You can't beat me, and you can't escape from me."
In Chen Zhao's eyes, these young people really weren't strong enough.
They weren't that strong themselves.
But they thought that they were.
Chen Zhao didn't know who gave them the courage to have such a misunderstanding.
Perhaps they hadn't met any decent opponents in the past.
But Chen Zhao would never tolerate them.
I will not accommodate them either.
"I'll tell you, I'll tell you …"
The remaining white-clothed girl cried out bitterly.
"I'll tell you everything you want to know."
The others' expressions changed drastically. The girl in the white shirt no longer dared to look at her friends.
Just then, a breeze blew past.
The girl's cries stopped abruptly.
When she turned around, she saw her three remaining friends frozen in the distance.
Three black tentacles extended from each of their backs.
Dark shadows penetrated their skin from behind and continuously seeped into their bodies.
In the end, black liquid seeped out of their eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. Finally, they collapsed onto the ground powerlessly.
The girl in the white shirt trembled in fear.
Compared to the man before her …
Their bravery and ruthlessness towards others in the past wasn't even worth mentioning.
"Stop crying and organize your words," Chen Zhao said calmly. "Don't let me feel that there's anything wrong with what you're saying. Otherwise, I'll cut you up piece by piece. You'll die more miserably than any of them. Your voice will be broken from crying."
The girl in the white shirt tried her best to control her tears.
She could feel that the man before her wasn't joking with her.
His cruelty and coldness had already been proven in advance.
"It's … It's our boss, Anthony Erk. He ordered us to do everything."
"Purpose."
"Summon the Lord of Hell, the demon king."
Demon king? Lord of Hell?
At first glance, it sounded quite scary.
But Chen Zhao had unparalleled experience in summoning demons.
The Lord of Hell was a handsome guy, Satan.
The demon king referred to Satan and the other six Kings of Deadly Sins.
The seven of them couldn't appear in the human world at all, not even as clones.
Unless it was like Samuel, a consciousness without any power to speak of.
The other demons had more or less grown in power around Chen Zhao.
But Samuel was a kitten when he first appeared. He was still a kitten now.
He could occasionally borrow the power of Chen Zhao's Dark Shadow, but he would pant for half a day after moving a few times.
So, Chen Zhao didn't believe that anyone could summon the demon king.
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