Qian Duoduo's face fell, and he staggered backward several paces, his face ashen and his eyes wide. An intense sense of deadly crisis crashed through him.
"What exactly did I unleash!?!?" said Qian Duoduo hoarsely. "These aren't wicked thoughts! Wicked thoughts would form fires of retribution, a fire that can burn a person up in moments, destroy them in body and spirit!
"This… this feeling, this aura, even the black flames of retribution are incapable of burning it. This will… is so powerful that it's suffocating!!" As Qian Duoduo backed up, his heart filled with incredible regret. Were he given another chance, nothing could have convinced him to unleash whatever it was he had just unleashed.
He had the feeling that he had opened a sluice gate, unleashing a horrific Devil.
