Gazing at the words that had appeared before him, Lin Fan said without hesitation, "I agree to pre-empt it."
The pressure Wang Hai had brought today had been far too overwhelming, making Lin Fan deeply realize his own weakness. That was why he was desperate to improve his strength further.
The next moment, new insights regarding another part of the Devouring Demonic Art surged into Lin Fan's mind.
A scene materialized out of thin air. A young man who looked somewhat like Lin Fan was breathing in and out, while the Internal Breath throughout his body circulated along a unique path, drawing in the surrounding Killing Intent.
The young man appeared dignified and solemn, like an ancient Buddha. The originally pitch-black Killing Intent vanished the instant it touched his skin, and a serene, tranquil, and ethereal aura spread around him.
"Neither devil nor Buddha. Once this technique is cultivated to a certain level, it can actually reach such a state."
Lin Fan was astonished. Could this demonic art be connected to Buddhism?
He subconsciously shook his head. If it were connected to Buddhism, how could it be a demonic art?
Lin Fan stopped thinking about it and immediately circulated his Internal Breath. Following the young man's movements and incantations in the scene, he began drawing the surrounding Killing Intent toward himself.
Strands of Killing Intent surged into the cave dwelling. At first, Lin Fan's expression shifted and his state of mind fluctuated slightly.
But as time passed and more and more Killing Intent entered his body, transforming into purer Internal Breath, the negative effects carried by the Killing Intent instantly vanished without a trace.
Lin Fan remained composed, and his heart grew incomparably tranquil. A trace of ethereal aura spread from his entire body.
His heartbeat slowed. As naturally as