In the dark valley.
Threads of fire mist mixed with strands of demonic thought power, flowing slowly in the air.
In the artificially excavated cave.
Xu Guang sat quietly on his knees at the front, his expression calm and indifferent, as strands of demonic thought power emerged from his body.
His entire face was shrouded in a gloomy black mist, like a demon about to fall into the abyss.
"The power of demonic thoughts is affecting me. By using the profession of a forsaken one, I can control this power, but it has some influence on myself."
Xu Guang could feel some subtle forces within the demonic thought coral affecting him.
His heart was already filled with hostility, and under the influence of demonic thoughts, he occasionally felt an urge to kill everything.
Thinking back now, it should be that he was influenced by demonic thoughts.
This feeling became particularly noticeable after the demonic thought coral grew again.
