"Ah..."
After several short, shrill screams, the Parliament Hall once again plunged into silence.
Clenching his mouth shut, which had already slightly opened, and barely resisting the urge to speak, Chu Feng's Spiritual Power had cycled through his body numerous times, yet he still had not found a trace of the Bizarre's Strength.
But the impulse to speak within his heart was undeniably real.
Gradually, an irritable emotion filled Chu Feng's heart. The desire to destroy, combined with the urge to shout loudly, made him grip the long knife in his hand even tighter, constantly cursing inwardly.
Damn it! What the hell is this thing?
The raging spiritual power in his mind had turned into a solid barrier encircling it, but it still couldn't fend off that inexplicable impulse.
Venting his frustration, he slashed his long knife, leaving a large gash in the wall of the Parliament Hall.
The scattering bricks and stones, however, did not alleviate the restlessness in Chu Feng's heart.
