He possessed such overwhelming pressure. This chariot alone was stained with countless blood, nurtured by the blood of ten thousand, and had devoured countless lives. At this moment, the gaping maw above the chariot opened and closed with chilling menace, as if it intended to swallow the entire world. This chariot had long recognized its master, and only this Demon could wield it.
He did not speak aloud; instead, his inner force resonated from his chest, his voice slicing through the air like a blade, piercing straight to the bone.
"You, do you know of any other good places?" A trace of eerie light flashed across his pupils.
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