"..."
Zhou Chen didn't respond. He had already seen them—dozens of bizarrely shaped Demons up ahead.
A layer of pitch-black flame burned on their bodies, protecting them from the Curse's Assimilation. They were entrenched in the dark torrent of the Curse, their expressions ferocious and vicious as they bared their teeth at the sudden appearance of a human.
Zhou Chen tightened his grip on his chainsaw, staring at them for a few seconds before letting out a self-deprecating laugh.
'Was I so tense that I couldn't even see that these Demons were afraid?'
He had thought he would be the one who was scared, but it turned out these were just Low Tier Abyssal Demons, and they were even more terrified than he was. Yet, as if under some kind of death order, they stood their ground in front of him despite their extreme fear, blocking his path.
But they couldn't stop him!
In the Darkness, the chainsaw roared to life. The sound of the piano swelled, the melody growing intense.
