Jeol instantly jumped back, falling into the side of the tent. He found his body crushed under the immense weight of Lyrian's bloodlust.
It was too painful and fearsome to even speak.
"Gh-argh!" Jeol exclaimed as if he were inside some sort of torture chamber.
Since he had almost no cultivation, he took the bloodlust quite badly.
Lyrian had been around stronger kids for so long that he had forgotten the true effects of his full bloodlust on someone else who didn't have any cultivation.
Jeol felt as though his head could burst at any moment from the pressure.
His skin was so hot that he couldn't tell whether it was still on his body or melted off already.
Lyrian stopped exerting his bloodlust at that moment.
Jeol gasped in shock, panting heavily.
Fam looked back and forth at Lyrian and Joel, utterly bewildered.
