At this moment, Lin Suqing was entirely different from before. Not only was his skin covered with intertwining patterns of red and indigo, rendering his original appearance unclear, but the swirling powers of three different forms around him also obscured his visage.
Yet, the sheer murderous aura emanating from him was enough to send shivers down one's spine and make one's heart tremble with fear.
The three different types of power enveloping his body were unknown to all; nobody knew what they were, nor why they felt such terror-stricken fear.
But everyone saw, and because they saw, a fear as though the sky might collapse seeded in the depths of their hearts.
Suddenly, Lin Suqing's expression changed drastically, his eyes splitting and teeth gritting in fury, so different from just before, and even more so from his previously gentle and handsome demeanor.
He was still him, but he was also no longer him.