[The Demon Realm has begun to tremble. A dangerous gaze has locked onto you...]
A notification rang beside John's ear.
He merely lowered his head and glanced at Demon Lord's City below, where Demonic Aura now covered the ground. Then he calmly withdrew his gaze.
To him, no trick or scheme would be effective.
Right now, John was stacking rage.
The strongest part of Wrathborn was that it could even stack rage from self-inflicted damage caused by players.
Once his rage reached 999 stacks, the damage unleashed by John's thousand-plus clones would be enough to destroy the entire Demon Lord's City.
At this moment, the red light surrounding John and his clones had almost dyed the entire sky blood-red.
His current stack count had already reached 790, and it was still increasing at a rate of one stack per second.
...
At this moment, within the Demonic Aura below, an incomparably enormous pupil gradually emerged.
It was an eye.
It had no owner.
The eye itself was its main body.
