Kill him, kill him. Qi Zhenbai just felt his head hurt terribly. There was a voice in his head constantly urging him to attack the man in front of him, but at the same time, it also warned him that he would definitely regret it if he did.
He clenched his fists tightly and the veins on the back of his hands bulged as he forcefully suppressed the viciousness in his heart. However, it didn't decrease, but increased instead. His pupils darkened and his eyes glowed faintly red.
Feng Yuanlin's intuition was very sharp. Not only did he sense the strange hostility in Zhenbai's gaze, he also sensed some killing intent from him.
Could it be that Zhenbai was really possessed by something?
