"Disperse the Fiend Qi first!"
Watching Jiang Chen, whose body was exuding a frenzied Fiend Qi, Zhao Buzu spoke softly, a hint of concern in his eyes.
At this moment, Jiang Chen's face was pale with a flush of red, his eyes blazing with bloody radiance, his breath uneven and chaotic, as if on the verge of explosion.
Si Wenhao and the others couldn't hide their worried expressions.
Just days ago, they had managed to control the outburst of Pei Erye, who was now still unconscious.
The intrusion of Blood Fiend Aura, teetering on the brink of mental collapse, is extremely dangerous for a cultivator. If one cannot stabilize their mind, rationality will slowly dissipate, and even Zhao Buzu and others had no effective solution.
"Oh, it's nothing!"
