Long Dangdang looked at his younger brother beside him, feeling as if Long Kongkong had transformed into someone else. The playful demeanour of the past had completely vanished, his eyes were bloodshot, and his aura was fluctuating unpredictably, especially their shared, unique bloodline which seemed to be boiling at the moment. It was a terrifying fluctuation filled with the taste of destruction and doom.
"Mom..., Hep Benn..." Long Kongkong muttered, his voice somewhat hollow, but the aura of his bloodline was growing stronger and stronger.
The story of Ling Xue, the recounting of Hep Benn, echoed in his mind with a memory seeming to come from ancient times, and Hep Benn's emotions kept whispering in his ears. Deep within, it was as if the most painful and vile emotions were resurfacing and surging violently.
Long Kongkong made a move, as if he wanted to step forward.
"Kongkong," Long Dangdang exclaimed in a low voice, grabbing his brother's arm firmly.
