Even if her strength was not outstanding, ordinarily, Chen Feng would attempt to cultivate her, to observe whether she was truly irredeemable. If the result was indeed so, it wouldn’t be too late to make a decision at that time.
However, moments ago, Chen Feng had almost no other thoughts, only a simple notion that the useless should be discarded. Concurrently, the killing intent within him spiraled out of control, erupting immediately.
This was not Chen Feng.
To be precise.
This was just a part of Chen Feng’s mindset.
Achieving one’s goals by any means necessary is not wrong. Chen Feng is that type of person. For power, it’s not just a simple Dark Elf; even his eyeballs might be gouged out and replaced with something stronger.
However, there is a difference between ruthlessness and madness.
The latter merely enjoys the thrill of slaughter and doesn’t contemplate how reckless killing would impact him!
Chen Feng closed his eyes.
"Heh-heh..."
Suddenly, he heard a faint, elusive laugh, as if it were the raspy voice of someone whose vocal cords had been destroyed.
Gradually, a silhouette covered in blood appeared in Chen Feng’s consciousness. He was frenzied, bloodthirsty, like a perpetrator of a recent massacre. Even when discovered by him, it showed no fear, but rather tilted its head, looking at him with interest.
"You finally arrived..."
"I have been waiting for you for a long time..."
"Have you been enjoying this body? Heh-heh... Isn’t it my turn to use it now?"
Chen Feng took a step forward, slowly reaching out his hands, wrapping them around the other’s neck.
He didn’t know why he was doing this, but it all seemed to flow naturally; it was an urgent desire to kill the other!
Can’t wait!
Can’t delay!
The other must die now!
Chen Feng gripped harder and harder. Just how strong is the Golden Tier power? He could clearly feel the other’s neck deforming.
Yet...
The other maintained an indifferent demeanor, eyes widening as veins bulged due to the strangling, but the corners of its mouth were filled with a smirk, seemingly mocking Chen Feng’s wasted efforts.
"I will slowly devour you. Where shall I start? The head, perhaps. I will gradually consume your thoughts and consciousness. When you are incapable of thinking, I will appear. Heh-heh... Wait for me... it won’t be long before I come for you."
"Crack!"
The sound of a crisp snap emerged from the other’s neck. Its head tilted, devoid of life.
The sound vanished.
Chen Feng reopened his eyes.
Everything seemed as if nothing had happened, but that laughter, like maggots from bones, continued to echo incessantly in his ears.
It hadn’t vanished.
Just as it declared, it would hide in a secluded corner and consume him bit by bit.
Chen Feng sat in the chair, devoid of any extra expression, merely looking forward, murmuring to himself, "Seeking power too extremely, the second personality, has it emerged?"