The demon knelt on the ground, his hands locked behind his back. He forced a twisted smirk, even after getting brutally battered.
"I won't say anything, so just kill me."
Paul clenched his fist in rage before delivering a merciless kick to the demon's mouth, shattering its incisors, blood and broken teeth dropping and sinking into the thick snow—the demon fell backward, letting out a painful groan through his broken lips.
He didn't stop.
He continued his cruel acts upon the demon with bloodshot eyes.
''No need to say that. It's already obvious… I'll kill you.''
Rocky let out a long breath while witnessing Paul torture the demon in fury. He understood that kind of thoughtless action. Paul and his fellows had spent many days gathering supplies for their stronghold, and now it was all gone.
Others showed both mental and physical exhaustion, yet there were still some guys smart enough to act at this moment.
