As Zhong Ming continually unleashed his wild power, the surrounding temperature began to gradually drop.
Black mist began to emanate from his body.
The sweat beads forming on his skin were actually black, seeping out from his pores.
This made Jiang Zhi furrow his brows tightly.
And after about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, a black mark began to appear at Zhong Ming's brow.
This mark seemed to move as if it were a living creature.
It looked like an oddly shaped tadpole.
With the appearance of the black mark, the black sweat beads on his body began to increase in quantity and become more viscous.
The old man's cries turned increasingly heart-wrenching.
Eventually, he simply clutched his head with both hands and wailed incessantly.
Clearly, aside from his physical condition, most of the problem lay within his Sea of Consciousness.
Jiang Zhi and the others continually reinforced the restriction, Xiang Yan and Tai Tingbai were already nearly exhausted.
