A wail filled with resentment and terror, almost real, almost a hallucination.
Feng Mu's eyes, stark black and white, seemed to be dyed pure black in an instant, as if his soul had been hooked, his mind and sight filled with only one word:
—Die!
Suddenly, an extremely eerie killing intent erupted from Feng Mu's body. This murderous aura was not thick; on the contrary, it was very thin, and rather than being solid, it was instead very mixed.
This killing intent was not like a solid water pressure entangling a person, making it hard to breathe, but rather it pervaded like air, faintly enveloping the room.
It seemed less terrifying than the former, but it was indeed bizarrely creepy, making a chill rise in the hearts of everyone in the room.
