Lu Li was not someone fond of fighting.
The swirling amalgamation tainted the tavern's space, devouring the surrounding sinister shadows.
Mutilated bodies spewing scalding blood toppled, with roars, screams, and wails echoing through the tavern.
The counter and the grinning waiter before him were engulfed by a halo, while a filthy, grimy meat grinder appeared in Lu Li's hands.
The distant demons roared and ravenously swarmed toward Lu Li, as if he were a lamb to the slaughter. But every demon that approached vanished as if into an abyss, leaving not even a trace of their broken bodies.
The times Lu Li struck were sparse and uneventful, mostly centered around the days before he became an investigator.
The demons' blood and death aroused a frenzy deep within their veins, as crimson pupils brightened in the tavern hall.
