"Huff~" By the riverbank, Zheng Yichen washed his face with cool water, and it took quite a while before he finally came to his senses, "This feeling is really... beyond words."
Shaking the water off his hands, Zheng Yichen sat on the motorcycle, his tattered clothes still unworn. As for the cat spirit cloak, he hadn't brought it with him, always keeping it on the motorcycle. Fortunately, it hadn't been damaged in the battle.
Reflecting on the state he was in when he used the Demonic Abyss Seven Kills, he realized that when he had used it in its incomplete form, he returned to normal after striking once. But this time, after he finished his assault, not only did he not recover immediately, but he also felt an urge to continue his deadly rampage.
The related memories hadn't disappeared, and Zheng Yichen didn't feel too strong a sense of disconnection, but there was still discomfort, like his thirty-year-old self facing his fifteen-year-old self.
