With the power of demons, the middle-aged man had single-handedly established the Viper Gang, savoring the sweetness of authority and status. However, today, as he watched inferior demons and Demonic Flies continuously die, unable to kill his opponents as before, he grew afraid and wanted to flee.
A shock wave swept through the entire office, sending debris flying. The Poison Snake Tattoo on the middle-aged man's neck cracked, oozing blood, causing a burning pain that left him unable to hold onto the US dollars. He fell to the ground, rolling and twitching non-stop.
The Poison Snake Tattoo was the summoning magic array. Starting from it, complex patterns spread across the man's entire body, then crept across the floor. As red lights illuminated, scorching Mars began to drift.
