The surrounding civilians, low-level soldiers, and even some weak-willed players, felt their hearts racing drastically, hairs standing on end, as if once they fell into this fear, they could never escape!
Feeling the fear penetrating the soul through the device, [Dragon Roaming Wanli] couldn't help but let out a satisfying dragon roar.
"Damn...why does this feel so good?"
Longxing Baili: "???"
Longxing Qianli: "...??"
Zakro stood at the center of the Fear Altar, his aura wildly surging, while his previously disheveled expression turned sharp again.
"Hahahaha...see? This is power, real fear!" His voice echoed hauntingly, like the victory trumpet being blown, "Residents of Black Wind Castle, fear! Tremble! Give me your fear, and I will reshape my strength with it!"
The wounds on his body were rapidly healing, and his declining aura became potent once more!
