Tang Zhong collapsed onto the ground, the blood that had just gushed out of him was scalding hot.
The malice he had been forcefully suppressing was now almost uncontrollable, ready to erupt from within his body.
"Suppress it, otherwise, you'll suffer Qi Deviation. Last time, pain could wake you up, but this time, it's different. You must endure!" the ten Flame Dragon Soldiers murmured.
Tang Zhong heard everything, clenching his fists to keep himself awake, he crawled up from the ground, his forehead drenched with cold sweat.
In his ear, the malice seemed to become an evil thought, whispering: "Kill... kill them all, slaughter everyone!"
It was guiding him to kill!
But Tang Zhong knew he absolutely couldn't do that. If he couldn't suppress the malice, he didn't know what he'd become. Perhaps he'd lose himself, his rational mind would disappear forever!
"No!"
Tang Zhong roared in anger.
