The Dark Elf appeared somewhat uneasy.

She knelt on the ground, while Chen Feng sat in front of her. This scene had already persisted for some time.

The current power of the Dark Elf was quite awkward. As an Assassin, she was undoubtedly successful and was ranked among the top experts even within the Order.

However, as a Summoned Beast, she was now the weakest among them, even after the later-summoned Flora had advanced to the Golden Tier and became a Demon Lord. Yet the Dark Elf, apart from becoming a Priest, had not made any significant contributions.

Silver Peak.

Unconsciously, this veteran by Chen Feng’s side had become the weakest.

The Dark Elf knelt on the ground, not even daring to meet Chen Feng’s gaze. During the previous ambush on the Blazing Demon, she had contributed almost nothing. She knew this couldn’t continue, that if she persisted like this, she would eventually be abandoned.

Mourner.

She could never forget that old lesson.

Chen Feng’s fingers tapped on the armchair, emitting clear, crisp sounds. This had become one of his habits when thinking.

Six slots.

How precious.

To a Summoner, Summoned Beasts were everything. Acting on emotion could only lead to failure.

In this world, one could do good deeds, but before making sacrifices, one had to consider the impact of their decisions.

The Dark Elf was unquestionably loyal to him, yet her lack of power had become the greatest hindrance.

Can loyalty be eaten?

Can loyalty defeat the Blazing Demon?

Loyalty...

Can it make one live longer?

Chen Feng’s eyes gradually turned crimson, like a meat grinder that could mince the Dark Elf into pieces at any moment. A palpable pressure suddenly surrounded them.

"Master... please give me another chance!"

Cold sweat had already formed on the Dark Elf’s forehead. She did not want to die; she was not a mindless Undead Creature. Having come this far, she knew how difficult it had been. She sensed the killing intent from Chen Feng distinctly.

She didn’t want to die!

She wanted to live!

Yet, her plea was so weak and powerless, like a bird with its wings broken, holding on to the last threads of life.

The killing intent abruptly ceased.

Moments ago, even the Dark Elf’s hair stood on end, as if every inch of her skin was being grazed by a cold blade.

The Dark Elf gasped for breath, her knees unable to support her body as she slumped to the ground. She lifted her head, perhaps an outburst of survival instincts, unyieldingly fixing her gaze on Chen Feng.

Her eyes welled with tears.

Confusion, grievance, and inexplicable glances intertwined. She seemed to blame Chen Feng for his ruthless killing intent.

For so long, she had participated in countless battles. She might not have achieved merits, but she had endured hardships.

Even if they rarely communicated, it wasn’t one-sided. Wasn’t it because she didn’t want to work?

All tasks had been assigned to that mischievous Flora. Even if she wanted to work, she had no suitable tools!

Chen Feng frowned, ignoring the Dark Elf’s gaze, and softly said, "The Ghost Shark has considerable power. When the time comes, offer his life to Ross. Remember, do not disappoint me!"

"Yes..."

The Dark Elf uttered a single character with resentment, but her gaze never left Chen Feng’s face.

"I’m a bit tired. You may leave now." Chen Feng didn’t regard the Dark Elf and directly issued an order to dismiss her.

"Yes..." The Dark Elf seemed to have countless words to say, but for now, she didn’t know what to say. She lowered her head, opened the door, and walked out.

When the Dark Elf disappeared from his sight, Chen Feng closed his eyes and exhaled slowly.

The Slayer.

The aura of slaughter was influencing him.

Chen Feng had initially believed he could use slaughter to suppress the demonic blood within him, but the situation was far from what he had expected. Slaughter was like Pandora’s Box; once opened, it could never be closed.

In the beginning, these auras of slaughter were mere inklings, easily subdued by killing minor creatures or beasts.

Later, ordinary monsters no longer satisfied him, and to suppress his inner killing intent, he needed stronger, more abundant bloodshed.

This was why, in recent battles, Chen Feng would always rush to the forefront. He needed blood, he needed slaughter, to calm himself.

When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you. You may look, but not for too long.

Yet now, Chen Feng was already entrenched in the mire. Wanting to extricate himself, he found his body already engulfed.

Unknowingly, the demonic power had assimilated him.

Just like moments ago...

The Dark Elf was not just a simple Summoned Beast, but a part of his plan for the Abyss, to support her. That had always been Chen Feng’s ultimate goal.

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?"