Three months later, Lin Feng once again experienced Nightmare Possession. This time, the murmurs in his ears were much clearer and more enticing than the last, as if whispering secrets.
Lin Feng couldn't understand the Nightmare's words, but he could sense its emotions.
An endless resentment, a malevolent intent to kill, as if wishing to destroy everything.
And the strongest emotion, a desire to control the body.
Lin Feng looked down, and in his view, his hands seemed dyed in blood, with palm lines clear as if under a microscope.
In the air, visible spiritual power was gathering, automatically absorbed into Lin Feng's body. But because it was a closed room, the limited spiritual power did not cause any anomaly.
Moreover, Yue Mingming had his eyes closed, so there was no worry about him noticing anything.
Since he dared to have Nightmare Possession in front of Yue Mingming, Lin Feng was not worried about exposing the Nightmare's existence.
