Han Bao

Chen Zhao can summon demons and see Death.

“Beelzebub, use your Gluttony ability to treat this patient’s anorexia.”

“Raymond, this old man wants to regain his manly function. You know what I mean.”

“Blackie, tell me honestly, when and how is this person going to die... What? You don’t know? You’re the Grim Reaper!”

“That lady wants bigger breasts, a prettier face, and a slimmer body. Wait... I don’t have any demons with these subordinate abilities yet. Seems like I need to make another trip to Hell.”"


Demons Beside You

Chen Zhao gripped the Sensory Rockwood and the pointer jumped up at once.

This time, it again reached the maximum.

Everyone's eyes almost dropped out.

Was 1000 still not enough to test Chen Zhao's power?

They all looked at Chen Zhao in awe.

Jollinash seemed completely disappointed.

Originally, she had the wild hope that perhaps their difference was not that great, and she had a chance of catching up.

When she saw the pointer, however, her heart sank.

Their difference was colossal. The president's power was on another level.

"Jolag, why didn't you set it even higher?" West complained.

"I would like to, but there is a threshold to how much magical power a piece of Sensory Rockwood can transmit. Anything above the threshold cannot be measured. Whether I set the limit to 1000 or 10000, the actual threshold doesn't change."

Of Course I Sell, Why Would I Not?