At this moment, they felt as if they were facing a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, with a strong smell of blood flooding the surroundings, constantly assaulting their brains.
Feng Lang knew very well that once their brains were breached by this insane killing intent, they would immediately fall into paralysis, turning into tireless killing machines.
The Ye Xuan ahead was at most in his twenties, and he couldn't help but feel horrified!
How many people had the opponent killed to gather such terrifying, violent killing aura?
Moreover, to have killed so many people without any signs of madness, and still have the leisure to fall in love with someone, his willpower must be amazingly strong!
At this moment, a thought sprang up in his mind uncontrollably: was it really right to become enemies with such a person?
He vaguely felt that the second young master's approach seemed somewhat wrong.
