In the silent forest, Zuo Feng stood like a man drenched in blood, staring blankly at the sky. At some moment, his fingers subtly moved, and his gaze turned to look around.
This glance left even Zuo Feng himself in shock, standing there stunned. Although he had been conscious, it was as if he had lost his mind, with only one thought in his heart: 'Tear everyone in front of me to pieces'.
Seeing the mess all over the ground, the shattered bodies, Zuo Feng even felt an impulse to vomit.
"Did I do all of this?"
Zuo Feng mumbled to himself in a daze, as the events of earlier surfaced in his mind one by one. He didn't understand how he accomplished all this but was very clear that it was indeed his own doing.
After a moment, Zuo Feng seemed to remember something and suddenly lowered his head to look at his chest. He saw that the black protrusion, which had previously only sprouted black heads, had now extended half an inch further.
