The power emanating from An Luan exceeded this city's limits. He was more terrifying than any monster Gao Ming had ever seen—even Old Dog, with his malice running rampant, came nowhere close to An Luan now.
"You've woken him up completely." Ci Nian's face was ashen. "Congratulations, you've unlocked the first Forbidden Zone's highest difficulty. Once he's killed the other passengers, it'll be our turn."
"An Luan! Come back to Wansheng with me! If you leave, Master will die, and everyone in the Martial Arts Hall will be dragged into this!" Zhang Yan threw another punch, but thick blood vessels wound tightly around his arm. The corpses extending from An Luan's body crawled onto his chest like giant water snakes.
His bones warped, and Zhang Yan's expression twisted, but he was genuinely tough. He neither cried out in pain nor begged for mercy. He showed no concern for his own life and kept roaring at An Luan to come back.
"They'll all die. Someone has to bear Wansheng's wrath, but is that my fault? Maybe a gang as tyrannical as Wansheng shouldn't exist in this city at all. We're not the ones who need to change—Wansheng is!" An Luan's clothes were soaked in blood. Each heart resembled a gaping mouth, sucking the blood from his body and fighting for control of it.
"Beyond saving. You're beyond saving!" Patterns resembling ghost markings emerged on Zhang Yan's arms. His eyes turned completely black, his blood seemed to boil, and his strength surged.
Third Martial Realm—Boiling Blood, Quicksilver Marrow!
Watching Zhang Yan unleash his full strength, An Luan's gaze dimmed, as though the person he respected most had become a murderer.
"I'm sorry, senior brother."
An Luan clenched his fist. Thunderclap rumbled through his body, and all the darkness in the Forbidden Zone