There wasn't the slightest warmth in Jiang Cheng's smile. There was only a chilling coldness, and it made one apprehensive.
"Damn it, another one that has gone mad," Luo Xinghe cursed. As he tightened his grip on the longsword in his hand, a hint of solemnity flashed across his face.
Zhao Yongkang watched Doctor Ghost, who fell to the ground hard. His lips were pursed tightly, and he had mixed feelings.
Truly, one might know a man's exterior but not his heart. Who would've thought that Jiang Cheng—who originally called himself a Priest—was actually this cold-blooded and insane?
It was no wonder that he could swiftly conclude the three stages after a normal person had been polluted at the beginning. It turned out that he had long learned about aberration and the God of Evil. It could even be said that he was well versed in it.
