The power almost overwhelmed him. He could feel it bursting at the seams, ready to climb out of him and run away. Red veins started to pop in his eyes, and his face twitched as he fought for control. His jaw was tight and his upper lip lifted in a feral grimace.

Li Luo was completely different from how he usually was.

How he longed to rip! To tear! To kill! His heart howled with the need, trying to wrest control from his rationality. It would make him a puppet, a killing machine that would take down everything in his way.

The world in front of him was tinted with a faint, red sheen.

A voice whispered in his ear. “Is it really so bad to just give in? To kill?”

But eventually,...