Sky Demon Bei looked at Feng Xun, lost in thought.
Feng Xun... The latter was said to be Wu Zhong. However, there was not the slightest hint of pain on his face.
When the arrow was pulled out, he licked the blood on it with a captivating charm and smacked his lips.
"Tsck, it's been so many years since I've tasted my own blood."
The man's voice had changed, now cold, as if it could freeze everything in an instant.
On his face, blue-black totem patterns, like deadly poison ivy, wildly sprouted, covering half of his face in a mere instant.
"You... who on earth are you?"
Sky Demon Bei wanted to ask aloud, but he found that due to fear, his tongue was tied, and he couldn't control it.
This man was clearly still the same person, but he felt completely different than before.
Wu Zhong lifted his eyes, a cold look that held no warmth.
It was just a glance, yet Sky Demon Bei couldn't help but shudder, a deep fear taking root in his soul.
