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Chen Xiaojun stood beside him, watching calmly at first, but at some point, his gaze had locked hard onto the savage-faced, vicious Bone Excavation Group desperadoes on the battlefield.
As he watched them fight madly to defend this den of evil, watched them get torn apart under his side's offensive yet still charge on without fear of death, a powerful disgust from the depths of his soul coiled around his heart like an ice-cold venomous snake.
This disgust was not simple hatred, but a higher-level rejection and denial, as if born from some ancient will.
Chen Xiaojun himself had not yet fully realized the nature of this emotion, but his body reacted first.
Without anyone noticing, all the youthful vitality and warmth drained rapidly from his face, leaving it ashen, as if covered in a layer of frost.
His usual warmth and steadiness vanished, replaced by a heart-stopping indifference, like one looking down on ants.
Deep within those profound black eyes, a tiny yet exceptionally piercing scarlet point of light quietly appeared, faintly showing signs of spreading.
The air around him seemed to freeze, giving off a biting aura that chilled people to the marrow.
Zhu Wuneng, Du Gu Fu, Ma Liang, and the dozen or so youths of the same age standing beside him were closest to him and felt it most clearly.
Almost at the same time, they shivered, and an indescribable chill and fear rose in their hearts against their will.
The Chen Xiaojun before them had suddenly become extremely distant, like a god above the clouds, and carried an ineffable sense of ethereality.
What made their hearts pound even more was that this invisible pressure made them