Chapitre 213: 153 Killing

Outside Blackwater City!

Blackwater Mine!

The icy, murderous voice of Dean McKenzie echoes.

Not far away, a middle-aged man gazing at his palm hears it loud and clear.

On hearing this, his face turns manic.

"Preparation? Who's gonna prepare for that?

Who the hell lives on for others to feast upon?

I clawed my way out of a pile of corpses, Devoured each of those bastards, Grew stronger, step by step, Skilled by skilled, all to become the strongest – so no one could consume me!

I've grown to the point where I'm on the verge of a Six-turning, who can consume me? Who's got the guts to consume me?"

"Me!"

Dean McKenzie's icy voice rings out again as he abruptly looks up, locking eyes with the face above him.

At the same time, the middle-aged man looking at his palm instantaneously senses a sense of wrong.

A terrifying sense of crisis strikes him at the top of his head, making him instinctively want to close his hand and eyes.

But it's too late!