Chapter 362 All Marching to Their Deaths

• The killing aura thickened into something you could almost touch, a chill blade of intent spreading like storm clouds rolling in.
• The thugs who rushed in felt their hearts lurch, a sharp stab of dread rising for no reason they could name.
• But there were just too many of them. Numbers made them cocky. After a brief flicker of doubt, they still swung their pipes and machetes and charged straight at Damon King.