Su Muyao looked at Mao Xize's forehead totem imprint. It was a peculiar black totem that made people feel extremely uncomfortable.
A faint black aura was emanating from it.
Su Muyao was startled, "Is it because of this that their power can't be improved?"
Su Muyao opened her eyes wide, carefully looking, always feeling that Mao Xize's forehead imprint contained Demonic Qi.
She wondered if it was just her illusion.
Yue Wuhen said softly, "It should be like that."
"Don't you feel there is Demonic Qi on it?"
Speaking of Demonic Qi, Su Muyao naturally thought of Xie Guixue.
After Xie Guixue's image flashed in her mind, Su Muyao shook her head vigorously, trying not to think about him.
He calmed down and looked at Mao Xize, "Don't you feel anything yourself?"
Mao Xize thought for a moment, "I only know that as my power increases, a black aura will emerge. But because I don't know what's inside my body, my power is suppressed, and the black aura seems suppressed as well."
