The Slavic army finally retreated.
Pan Long withdrew safely to Zion as well.
He was scarlet from head to toe, with scraps of human flesh still clinging to him. He looked like Zheng Ning—savage and terrifying—not like a master, but like a deranged killer.
Even more frightening were his eyes.
Everyone in Zion knew Instructor Xia as an even-tempered man. Apart from the occasional argument, he usually seemed harmless enough to humans and animals alike.
But now his gaze was dark and icy, without a trace of anything that could be called goodwill. It held nothing but murderous intent and hatred.
After meeting his eyes for just a moment, several operatives could not help trembling. Others cautiously slipped behind their companions, trying to put some distance between themselves and him.
Worse still, that cold, sinister killing intent kept radiating from him. Mixed with the thick smell of blood, it was all the more terrifying.
Some of the more perceptive operatives did not even need to see his eyes. Just standing near him and feeling that blood-scented killing intent left them shaking with fear, unable to speak.
Chimera was one of them. The young girl had seen his awesome display of power and meant to come over and say a few words, but once she got close, his killing intent washed over her. She fled before she could open her mouth, her ears drooping. She looked badly frightened.
Doctor glanced at him, sighed, and arranged for him to bathe and change clothes.
Pan Long stood under the shower for twenty minutes, washed himself three times with body wash, then soaked in the bathtub for half an hour. Yet when he emerged in fresh clothes, he still gave off a chill that made people afraid to approach.
Doctor shook his head at