Ye Jiu's eyes were wide open, his breath heavy like an old ox that has just plowed the field. His remaining sanity kept telling him that all of this was an illusion, absolutely must not put on the "Slaughter"... As long as he could endure it, everything would return to normal, but once he put on the "Slaughter," there would be no turning back.
However, his remaining sanity was constantly being battered by the murderous intent surging from within, like waves relentlessly washing away the sandcastle on the beach; with every wave, the sandcastle of reason was nearing collapse.
Ye Jiu struggled to move a few steps towards the living room again.
"No... absolutely not..."
