The "Power of the Abyss" was an exceedingly terrifying force, possessing a uniquely extreme power of distortion that inflicted a tremendous impact on both the body and emotions.
As the "Power of the Abyss" was released, Chen Fan felt all manner of negative emotions surge up within his heart.
Sorrow, despair, pain...
All sorts of negative emotions erupted at once, crowding out every one of Chen Fan's senses.
Yet under the effect of those emotions, the rage he had originally found unbearable seemed far less overwhelming by comparison.
The phantom of Bai Fengyu before him also vanished in an instant.
Chen Fan let out a long breath...
And at that very moment, Daoist Mingxu, seated not far from Chen Fan, abruptly opened his eyes and stared toward Chen Fan in utter horror.
"How could this be..."
As his lips twitched, his expression suddenly changed. A flash of crimson passed through his eyes, and his own emotions began to spiral out of control.
"Not good!" He immediately withdrew his gaze and squeezed his eyes shut.
The others were each suffering beneath the torment of their rage and did not notice anything amiss with Chen Fan's state.
Very soon, another person covered their ears and rushed out of the corridor with a sharp cry.
Only then did the demonic music come to an abrupt halt.
Before long, the sound of everyone's heavy breathing rose and fell in succession.
In this corridor, quite a few Chang Sheng had lost their lives.
On the contrary, some of the weaker ones—those at the tenth level and below—had survived.
Cold sweat streamed down the faces of those around them.
One had to know that Chen Fan and the others were all Chang Sheng. Unless they were in an exceptionally extreme situation, how could they ordinarily sweat?