A sudden chill washed over the crowd. Their scalps tingled, and a cold dread ran down their spines.
On the Saint War Platform, Lin Hao's movements froze. He had already thrown Wang Jianglin away a moment earlier.
His Spiritual Sense was astonishing, and being so close to Wang Jianglin, he had naturally detected the anomaly long before.
Taking several steps back, Lin Hao secretly raised his guard.
'This Wang Jianglin is definitely about to use a Forbidden Secret Skill.'
Sure enough, Wang Jianglin's hair flew about in disarray. His pupils first turned blood-red, then quickly shifted to gray, and finally became pitch-black, as if transforming into two black holes.
A gale suddenly whipped across the Saint War Platform, and dark clouds even began to churn above the Saint Institute.
The scene was both bizarre and terrifying.
The spectators felt a chill seep into their bones and instinctively drew back.
"What's happening?!" a disciple cried out in terror.
