"Die!"
From the mouth of that rotten monster came an incomparably hoarse voice, like an Evil Ghost crawling out of Purgatory, a pair of ghastly green eyes locking onto Ling Feng.
This grim, eerie Monster gave him an overwhelming sense of danger, of savage brutality.
If that voice in his mind hadn't told him that a portion of the Heavenly Dao Clan ancestor's Divine Power still lingered in his body, Ling Feng simply wouldn't have dared to stand in front of this Monster.
"That guy's gone mad!"
The surrounding Martial Artists all turned deathly pale with fright.
The Monster's target clearly wasn't them; being able to cling to life for now was already a blessing from burning incense.
But Ling Feng, that was rich—the Monster wasn't even looking to trouble him, yet he still dared rush up and block that rotten Monster!
If this rotten freak really flew into a rage and slaughtered everyone present, who would they blame?
