Modric was like a tiger that had descended from the mountain. His entire body emitted a terrifying killing intent and chill.
There was a faint stream of blood-red gas erupting from his body.
The prospective freshmen were all frightened by Modric's appearance. They instinctively turned around and ran. Many of them were unable to fight back at all.
"Oh my god! This guy is too scary!"
"F*ck! How can we fight him? Run!"
"What's that blood-red gas on his body? Why do I feel like I'm seeing mountains of corpses and seas of blood?"
The prospective freshmen cried and shouted as they ran. They no longer looked as brave as they were on the night that they wanted to challenge Duanmu.
"Ha! Newbie!"
Duanmu looked at the fleeing prospective freshmen with disdain.
Modric's eyes were bloodshot as he let out an excited roar. His bloodshot eyes made one shudder.
