At this moment, Sikong's aura had completely transformed, and his eyes, both eerie and cold, revealed the same gaze that the surrounding evil beasts had when looking at Baili An.
The difference, however, was that one was as wild and ravenous as a mosquito seeing blood.
Yet, around him was an irresistible power, an evil, seductive, wild desire, slaughter, and a restrained elegance, like a nocturnal noble waiting to feed.
His gaze shifted slightly, and the sea of evil beasts around him suddenly lowered their angry roars, fearfully halting the pursuit, only surrounding Baili An.
Finally noticing something strange, Zangxin's pupils contracted sharply, and he shouted harshly, "King Dao Man, you—"
When their eyes met, Zangxin suddenly felt a bone-chilling cold rush over him like a tidal wave, and a trace of fear surged forth.
That was definitely not the look a demon should have.
The mood of being in control was suddenly replaced by a trembling feeling of losing control.
