Blood everywhere.
Within a few short minutes, the entire room turned into a hellish abyss, where Ma Biao and all the captives met horrific deaths, ending their sinful lives.
Rock Warrior.
As a professional, Ma Biao's flesh contained dense power, and Chen Feng allowed the Inferior Demon to devour him. Even if it couldn't acquire his abilities, it would still enhance its power.
Inferior Demon possessed the trait of devouring.
Unlike the Dark Elf, who needed to rely on killing and fighting to gain experience, it could completely rely on devouring to reach the Silver Realm, an enviable ability.
The Inferior Demon dragged its bloated body over to Ma Biao, opening its mouth wide. The once arrogant thug had now become the Inferior Demon's meal.
How ironic.
In order to survive, Ma Biao persecuted many people to feed the monster, and now he faced the same fate, becoming a piece of meat.
"Is this the cycle of heaven's justice? Retribution without errors?"
Chen Feng shook his head, a glint of coldness flashing in his eyes.
In the end, it was Ma Biao's lack of strength that led him to not even exhibit the true potential of a Rock Warrior and became a gourmet meal in the Inferior Demon's stomach.
Power.
Big fish eat small fish, small fish eat shrimp; in nature, there is only the food chain, not the words causality.
In this world, the killer will also be killed. Chen Feng never considered himself invincible. His life is singular; if someone strikes him in the neck, he would perish, so when an enemy wielded a weapon, he needed quicker speed, a quicker blade, and a fiercer determination to retaliate.
Even lions exert full strength to catch a rabbit.
Arrogance equals death.
Ma Biao is a vivid example.
"Don't come over..."
"Dead? All dead?"
"Ah... Don't kill me, I can do anything!"
Witnessing the gruesome deaths of Ma Biao and others, some of the abducted victims let out panicked screams, having personally witnessed the Inferior Demon's method of devouring. They felt powerless, collapsing onto the ground.
"I beg you... let me go…"
"Indeed, as the kind-hearted person you are, we were all kidnapped by those guys; we have no association with them at all..."
On the other side, a few people focused intently on Chen Feng, well aware this might be their last chance for survival. Without hesitation, they fell to their knees, pleading to Chen Feng to spare them, willing to serve him at any cost.
Chen Feng frowned, then spoke: "Shut up, if you want to leave, do it now; no one will stop you."
"Thank you... for sparing us."
"We'll leave now!"
The survivors rushedly stood up, stumbling out the door.
These people were survivors, or one might call them lucky ones. In the past few days, they had witnessed people being pushed off the second floor, their screams of despair were extremely harrowing, keeping them perennially living under Ma Biao's terror.
And now, the mighty Ma Biao was dead, devoured by monsters, and the strangest thing was, the "mud monster" before them actually obeyed the human's commands.
Demon.
Although Chen Feng's actions seemed like eliminating evil for the people, the process was too intense, some people's wills crumbled right there and then, like a shock to the system, leaving them lying on the ground, unable to associate the savior Chen Feng with the person who killed over a dozen people.
Chen Feng's words undoubtedly brought hope to everyone, and without much regard, they fled the room like refugees.
They would rather face the monsters outside than stay in a room with such a demon, uncertain of when they might become the Inferior Demon's meal.
Seeking Death.
Chen Feng coldly watched the fleeing figures, a sharp gleam in his eyes. Outside, there were far too many dangers, even at night there were various types of "predators."
These people were as weak as chickens, their courage long eroded, and once stepping out of this room, they were destined for death, even a few slow zombies could trap them in a corner and tear them apart as they pleased.
Certain death.
Without the protection of a police station, these people wouldn't even see the next day's sun, destined to enter the river of death.
But... none of this concerned Chen Feng.
Leaving was their choice, and Chen Feng had no obligation to save them. This group of burdens had no combat ability; even if he reluctantly saved them, it would weaken Chen Feng's chances of survival.
For a bunch of strangers, trapping himself in danger was something Chen Feng did not wish to see...
Chen Feng did not pay attention to those people but instead began surveying the room.
The room was divided into partitions, a hall, a few offices, with a dozen bodies strewn across the floor like garbage, glaringly unsightly.
Chen Feng stepped slowly, his footsteps making slight sounds on the floor as he attempted to check if there were any remaining survivors in the offices.
Just then!
As he stepped into the office doorway, he keenly heard faint groans from inside.
Given the Inferior Demon and Dark Elf presence, finding a second survivor in this room was difficult, so the sound was quite distinct.
Was there someone who hadn't left?
Chen Feng quietly took the boning knife into his hand, muscles tensed, observing his surroundings, ready for battle.
Lacking any sense of heart palpitations, this indicated that there was only an ordinary person in the room, yet Chen Feng's cautious nature would not underestimate anyone.
Weak ants still have the ability to destroy a riverbank.
......
Chen Feng saw a woman.
This was a beautiful woman; if rated, she could at least score 80, a very high score. Even if not top-notch, she could barely be called a goddess.
With a pretty face and excellent job, such a person did not lack wealthy suitors vying for her favor, and if the apocalypse had not come, her life would've been destined for happiness.
Perhaps a few days ago, she had just finished a spa treatment with friends, dining in an upscale restaurant; and now, she was placed on a cheap office desk, enduring torment.
No one knew what she had experienced over the past few days.
Chen Feng's footsteps were light.
Yet, the woman who was subjected to the unfair fate still easily noticed him. She lifted her head, revealing her red eyes like a captivating rose, and croaked, "Could you lend me your knife?"