To condense a drop of devil blood, one must drain three thousand six hundred and three thousand worlds.
The dead creatures and consciousness in these worlds have endless resentment and anger, and eventually everything turns into murderous intent. If there is not enough willpower to suppress it, there is only one result of being contaminated by the devil's blood, and that is madness, turning into a tireless killing monster.
Wang Zong's memories had been modified by Yi Dong, and these memories were not as solid as the original ones. Under the influence of the devil's blood and evil thoughts, his real memories and false memories were all shattered, and finally replaced by the will of the devil's blood to suppress all things.
This is not a possession of another's body, because the owner of the Demonic Blood is not dead. Wang Zong just intercepted a trace of the other's Demonic Blood and became an inferior version of the Master of Demonic Blood.
Katya and the knife-wielding hunter dragged Wang Zong to the ground. Suddenly, they felt a pain and quickly let go of Wang Zong's hands. They looked at their hands and found that their palms were already red from being burned.
Given their defensive abilities, how extreme would the temperature be to burn them
However, when the two looked at Wang Zong, they found that Wang Zong was lying on the ground. He was neither sinking nor had the ground turned into magma due to the high temperature on his body surface.
Suddenly, Wang Zong slowly opened his eyes. There was nothing special about his pupils, but at this moment his eyes became double pupils, one of which was red and the other was golden.
He sat up from the ground, twisted his neck, and realized that there was something wrong with his memory. In an instant, countless memories in his mind quickly and automatically reassembled.
The true self, the false self, and the new self all fit together perfectly like pieces of a puzzle.
After a while, Wang Zong opened his eyes and sighed: "The soft dream of the warm countryside has destroyed my will, the joy of revenge has put me in prison, I have been in a daze for six thousand years, and a drop of devil's blood has recreated me."
He is Wang Zong, but he is more than just Wang Zong.
At this moment, he felt like he was reborn. Powerful strength and determination sprouted in his body and soul, just like new branches growing from an old tree. His way of looking at the world was completely different.
"Wang Zong, are you okay?" Katya asked from a distance when she saw that Wang Zong seemed to be able to communicate.
In fact, the moment Wang Zong opened his eyes, he and the knife-wielding hunter retreated quickly, and in the blink of an eye they retreated thousands of meters away.
Seeing that Wang Zong was not crazy, they dared to get a little closer.
"I'm fine, just... a little hungry." Wang Zong smiled slightly.
not good!
Katya turned and ran, but the knife-wielding hunter was a step slower because his memory had been modified. In an instant, Wang Zong punched the knife-wielding hunter's body to pieces. The horrifying high temperature directly evaporated the knife-wielding hunter, leaving only a drop of condensed blood falling on Wang Zong's palm.
"Kill you!"
After Cartya had distanced herself from him, she immediately mobilized the power of the area controller and slapped Wang Zong hard.
At this time, Wang Zong's muscles bulged, and he took Katya's attack like a Red King Kong. With a loud bang, a huge palm print appeared on the ground in an instant. Wang Zong was like a nail inserted in the middle of the palm print. Except for his torn clothes, his body was unharmed.
"How is this possible!" Katya was shocked when she saw this scene.