The dark Evil Qi released from Qin Ruan was many times more concentrated than that carried by the female Puppet King Wang Yue.
The female Puppet, who had been clinging tightly to Mr. Ran's back, was shaken by the sudden surge of Evil Qi. Her soul uncontrollably shrank towards the corner, her eyes filled with a resentful light as she stared at Qin Ruan's blood-red eyes.
Huo Yao sat on the sofa, his handsome face expressing anger. His eyes, cold and sinister, almost frigid, stared intensely at the female Puppet, his presence exuding a sharp, oppressive aura.
Despite being a mere human, Huo Yao's aura of intimidation was so strong that the female Puppet King Wang Yue felt as if someone was strangling her, and her already trembling soul shook even more violently.