Zheng Qiyi's palm tightly grasped the Wooden carving of the goddess, veins protruding on the back of his hand, a wild red creeping up to the corner of his eyes.
Just as he couldn't resist the internal urge for destructive violence, his scarlet eyes glanced at the goddess statue in his hand.
Instantly, a cool sensation poured down from the spirit platform of Chaos. His body stiffened with a slow reaction, and the expression on his face gradually calmed down.
Remembering the feeling of losing control just now, Zheng Qiyi felt a burst of fear. His palm pressed the goddess statue harder against the flesh, as if trying to embed the wooden carving into his bones and blood.
The rough surface texture of the polished wood seemed to remind him this was just an extremely cheap craft.
Zheng Qiyi wiped the sweat off his forehead, his already tranquil eyes fixed resolutely on the Wooden carving of the goddess.
Raising his hand, the wooden statue as tall as his forearm was level with him.
