"Damn! It's too violent, too bloody. Even I, Gao Ye, can't bear to watch anymore." The handsome guy howled.
This time, Lin Zifeng was truly enraged. If it were any other time, his urge to kill wouldn't be this overwhelming. But earlier, seeing those two young magicians die tragically right before his eyes—especially after they had gathered around the fire tonight, discussing fascinating stories of the East and West—Lin Zifeng could feel their youthful energy.
And now?
To be killed so ruthlessly at such a young age, dying right in front of him, it ignited the fierce spirit within Lin Zifeng.
Avril was dumbfounded. The Lin Zifeng who had just been innocently chatting about interesting stories now seemed like a bloodbath Asura, a god of death.
This, this was like two different people.
"Yi ya yi ya." The little guy hopped onto Lin Zifeng's shoulder and pounded on him to wake him up.
After regaining his composure, Lin Zifeng finally quelled the raging urge to kill within him.
