The Yin God vanished. By the time He Zhao reacted, he was already inside the painting.
In the sky, two dragons and three flood dragons came charging in with ferocious momentum.
He could not help taking a step back. Though he had experienced it many times before, when he suddenly faced it head-on, he still instinctively retreated.
"Wait? I can actually control the Hou?"
Power. Endless power. And boundless brutality, along with a vicious urge to tear everything apart. In almost an instant, his entire consciousness was drowned in bestial instinct.
A pair of vertical pupils filled with savagery locked onto the two dragons and three flood dragons swimming through the sky.
"Whoosh—"
With a stomp of his feet, he charged to the front of a dragon at lightning speed.
His bloody maw opened wide, then bit down viciously with a crack.
Bloody, cruel, and merciless.
He crushed it through pure physical strength alone. Even a Heaven and Earth Exotic Species at the Golden Body Realm—a dragon—could not resist.
That felt good!
After venting his desire to kill, he felt an unprecedented sense of release, as though Fire Qi that had been pent up for tens of millions of years had scattered in a single moment. At the same time, his reason returned.
If it had not come on too suddenly, he definitely would not have been swallowed by bestial instinct.
Now that he had steadied himself slightly, the indestructible willpower tempered through hundreds and thousands of deaths immediately suppressed the murderous urge that came from his very bones, and his humanity once again gained the upper hand.
The moment he charged into the sky, he had thought he would not be able to unleash the real Hou's strength, but the facts proved he had been wrong.
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