Everyone's breath hitched, their faces turning pale with shock, eyes wide and mouths agape.
Lin Fan was about to go berserk!
Many people became excited because if Lin Fan went berserk, he might have a fighting chance, sparking a glimmer of hope to defeat Dongmen Buju, preventing a one-sided despair.
The crowd stirred again, feeling exhilarated by Lin Fan's transformation.
However.
Dongmen Buju remained unfazed, as if he didn't care at all about Lin Fan's outburst, not even bothered by it.
A mere Ninth Rank Saint Emperor, even if he goes berserk, can he really bridge the nine Great Realm gap?
Dongmen Buju smiled calmly, still gripping Mo Ningxiang's neck, slightly increasing the pressure.
Mo Ningxiang, her neck held, couldn't breathe, frantically slapping Dongmen Buju's arm and kicking wildly, trying to break free, but exhausted herself to no avail. Instead, she was losing air even more rapidly out of desperation.
