The door closed, and Tang Wulin's calm expression gradually changed, a shade of agony flashing across his face instantly.
Earlier in front of Tang Wulin, he had done his best to suppress his body's reaction, but now, it seemed he could no longer keep it under control.
Wave after wave of malevolent thoughts struck his head, and deep within his heart, it seemed as if a demonic voice was constantly screaming and roaring, trying to break through the last barrier and completely conquer his Sea of Spirit.
His eyes turned blood-red again, and a fierce aura burst forth from within his body, filling the entire room. His body also began to tremble violently, and the golden scales on his surface fluctuated unstably, intermittently turning blood-red and emitting a thick murderous intent.
