Boundary Stone Mountain, Lu Changsheng's expression was grave.
He stared intently at the terrifying creature dozens of meters away—a monster with the head of a bull and the body of a human.
Demon!
A pitch-black demonic power emanated from the creature, as thick as spilled ink.
And the rolling Evil Qi was like searing heat waves; even at such a distance, one could feel its oppressive impact.
Danger!
This was Lu Changsheng's first time encountering a demon, and just from his intuition alone, he felt a hint of danger.
The Evil Qi of demons doesn't form naturally.
It requires countless acts of slaughter to condense into such terrifying Evil Qi.
Even seeing the Evil Qi surrounding the creature, Lu Changsheng seemed to gain a deeper understanding of "slaughter."
Vaguely, inspiration burst forth in Lu Changsheng's mind.
As though it was about to coalesce into Slaughter Intent.
