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Chen Xiaojun stood beside him, watching calmly at first. Yet at some point, his gaze had become fixed on the hideous faces and vicious methods of the Bone-Digging Corps desperadoes on the battlefield.
Watching them fight like madmen to defend this den of evil, watching their flesh and blood fly beneath his side's assault while they remained utterly fearless of death, he felt an intense revulsion rise from the depths of his soul and coil around his heart like an icy venomous snake.
This revulsion was not mere hatred, but a rejection and repudiation on a higher plane, as though it stemmed from some ancient will.
Chen Xiaojun had yet to fully grasp the nature of this emotion, but his body reacted first.
Unnoticed by anyone, his face rapidly lost all the youthful vitality and warmth it had possessed, turning an ashen blue as though coated in frost.
His customary warmth and composure vanished, replaced by a chilling indifference, as though he were looking down upon ants.
Deep within his dark eyes, a tiny yet piercing point of scarlet light quietly appeared, showing faint signs of spreading.
Even the air around him seemed to freeze, radiating a biting aura that chilled others to the marrow.
Zhu Wuneng, Dugu Fu, Ma Liang, and the dozen or so other boys his age stood closest to him and felt it most clearly.
Almost simultaneously, they shuddered, an indescribable chill and fear rising involuntarily in their hearts.
The Chen Xiaojun before them suddenly seemed impossibly lofty and remote, like a god above the clouds, yet possessed of an ineffable, ethereal quality.
Even more terrifying was the invisible pressure that made them feel like prey