Sword-drawn Anxiety

Zhao Huai wiped the sweat off his forehead.

He took out a pebble that Zhao Shuning had been playing with when she was young and exhaled slowly.

That was really close.

He almost felt as though his own body wasn't under his control.

Fortunately, it was just a false alarm.

After putting the item away, Zhao Huai felt the power in his body become hotter. He calmed his mind and calmed his breathing. Then, he felt the abundant power flowing around his four limbs nonstop.

Zhao Huai's eyes also slowly turned from a fiery red to the color of a normal person's eyes.

Even though he was puzzled, he did not linger.

Although Zhao Huai was able to retreat safely every time they reached Demon Valley, he still didn't dare to stay here for too long.

The atmosphere here was both familiar to him and terrifying.