C184 Blood Flame Fluctuation!

Crackling!

Contrary to Chu Lin's expectations, the President of Demon-Slaughter had discarded his protective scales armor!

With razor-sharp hands, the President of Demon-Slaughter began to peel away his carapace from his chest, tearing it apart piece by piece.

"Ah!"

A few female Awakened Practitioners still present at the scene shut their eyes in horror