Even though the place was already dark, the wisps of the chilling black coming out of Tianlong Yun's body were really terrifying.
That dry darkness was turning into a frosty raven black dark. If a normal person would be there he might have frozen just from the chilly air.
Even if people with Soul Formation Realm cultivation were here they would feel threatened, and scared most probably.
The killing intent built on more than 160 years and the rage of betrayal were multiplying each other's effects.
But Tianlong Yun was still conscious about the fact that this was just an illusion, and it was only his mind playing tricks with him.
Reminding himself of this, he started slowly recollecting himself, and soon he was over this unpleasant moment, but at the same time, he decided to torture Young Master Qing Fang a bit more.
