The moment He Ao grasped the hilt of the knife, a rich desire for slaughter surged from the handle straight into his mind.
Suppressing that desire to kill, He Ao slowly pulled the 'Slaughter Knife' out.
And at the instant the blade was drawn, an invisible oppressive force spread out along the crimson edge.
Hel, who was standing by cautiously watching He Ao, jerked backward against the door frame, his eyes suddenly widening as if an invisible hand was choking him, pinning him to the frame, unable to breathe.
At the same time, his eyes reddened, veins bulging in the whites, as if some invisible power surged into his soul, urging him to slaughter, to plunder, to create chaos.
He Ao looked at the crimson blade in his hand, his index and middle finger extended and together, lightly brushing across the flat of the blade.
