He was considered well-traveled and vastly learned, yet he had never seen anything so terrifying. With merely an infant-like cry, it had driven masters like them into mental disorder, plunged their emotions into utter despondency, and even made them ultimately take their own lives.
Even though Yan Libing had endured that intense mental stimulation, it had still inflicted a measure of harm upon him.
When essence was full, qi arose, and the spirit naturally became clear; the reverse was true as well. Because his mind had suffered a grievous blow, even his essence and qi had been severely depleted.
Yet the Poison King lurking in the shadows had not even shown its face.
For a moment, Yan Libing even regretted his own actions. Had he not merged the Withered Heart Marrow with his own essence blood in an attempt to draw out the Poison King's true form, they would not have encountered such a predicament.
No, the two from the Lei Family were both affected by that crying and took their own lives. Though I endured that mental impact, my strength has been greatly damaged and my condition is worrying. Why is Lei Chongfeng still so spirited, as if nothing happened? There is something seriously wrong with him!
Yan Libing was an exceptionally sharp-witted man. His own experience had indeed filled him with concern, but the doubts he had harbored all along reached their peak when he saw Meng Zhao entirely unharmed.
Even if Lei Chongfeng possessed the methods of the Lei Family father and son, or had some extraordinary art of his own, such a display was still far too abnormal. So many abnormalities one after another were already enough to reveal certain things.
However, Yan Libing no longer had the time or energy to investigate Meng Zhao's abnormalities