In another part of the camp, there was someone else who still couldn't sleep.
Yan Huo's chest was filled with an uncomfortable feeling as he swallowed the anger that was inside him. Just thinking about the scene from this afternoon completely filled him with rage as he couldn't help wanting to punch something, but there was nothing left for him to vent his anger on.
All around him, the items in the tent had already been shattered to pieces. There already wasn't a single complete item in the tent with him, but even then, his rage still burned and suffocated his chest.
He felt that if he didn't do something, he might even spit up blood.
However, no matter how he felt, there was no one he could vent this anger on.
Lin Fan's performance this afternoon had left a deep mark on his heart, he knew that he wouldn't be able to defeat him no matter how he tried. It went so far that it even created a heart demon for him.
