Boom!
Zhang Yuanqing's thoughts instantly descended into chaos. Not a single one was normal—slaughter, brutality, and battle-lust filled his heart.
Twisted crimson runes lit up in his eyes. Darkness welled from his sockets, and black lightning-shaped veins stood out across the skin around his eyes.
Though he was clearly a Night Wanderer, he showed signs of transforming into a Bewitching Demon.
He opened his mouth in agony, wanting to scream, wanting to cry for help, enduring pain as though his soul were being torn apart.
Just as Zhang Yuanqing felt he had reached his limit, as though his body and soul were about to "explode," he heard the old biddy's slightly labored breathing in his mind, as if she had just broken free from some terrifying state.
The next second, the sun mark on his forehead radiated searing heat. A clear, pure golden light pierced through his sea of consciousness, calming his chaotic, frenzied mind and purifying some dreadful contamination.
Was the old biddy stunned too? If she'd been a moment later, I would've died. What were those eyes just now? Zhang Yuanqing thought with lingering fear.
What level of existence was that?
The true body of the Blood Pool Demon God?
An extremely high-level boss in the Spirit Realm? No, judging by the old biddy's reaction, "the highest level" would have been more accurate.
The old biddy had used the Demon God's remnant body to peer back at the Demon God's true body. Yet a single glance from it had made her pay a price and nearly gotten me killed on the spot. Damn it, she did that on purpose, didn't she? Using my body for such a risky move.
From the old biddy's actions, Zhang Yuanqing sensed profound "malice."
But what came out of his mouth was, "Are