This groundless killing intent erupted without warning, taking root in Yang An's heart and growing so wildly he couldn't suppress it at all.
The moment his gaze fell upon Fu Ming, Ji Bu, and Jin Tong in the distance, his eyes instantly turned bloodshot.
It was as if he shared a blood feud with them, and only by killing them could he appease the hatred in his heart.
Meanwhile, Fu Ming and the others were also affected by the Sanskrit sounds. Their expressions turned crazed as they scrutinized one another.
No one spoke a word, but in an instant, countless chunks of flesh covered in black fuzz erupted from the ground. In mid-air, a storm of bloody cloth strips danced, all converging on Jin Tong.
In a flash, before Jin Tong could even make a move, he was ensnared by the flesh. A giant beast formed from the cloth strips lunged forward and bit off the lower half of his torso.
RIIIP—
