"Kill, kill. Your handsome Clown King loves watching this show the most."
In the shadows, the Clown King muttered eerily to himself, his ten fingers trembling slightly. The fine strings entwined around his fingertips seemed to have a life of their own, beginning to manipulate the two angels for an attack.
"Your grandfather's grandmother's grandfather! Clown King, I'm going to make you die!!!"
This time Jia Zhenjing was truly enraged. The fury of a Dark Angel was not something an ordinary person could endure.
Back in the Greece Wilderness, he had crushed heroes single-handedly. Although he wasn't as terrifying as the Holy War Angel, his strength was absolutely not to be underestimated.
"Use your most powerful Killing Skills. That's what makes it fun," the Clown King's voice spread to every inch of space.
Excitedly, he danced and clapped in the shadows.
