These monsters, not under Lin Jie's control, scrambled in terror to appear in his own mind, making it feel as if the ghosts of the deceased had come to claim his life, so hauntingly ominous.
But Lin Jie was not afraid; his eyes were already covered in blood. In those eyes, one could not see the slightest hint of the normal human iris color—terrifyingly scarlet. Soon, around Lin Jie's eyes, a dark circle appeared, and this circle spread toward the center of his pupils.
Devoid of emotion and focus, Lin Jie's eyes resembled those of a dead person.
His gaze fixed ahead, he was not actually looking at anything; he saw those he had killed, watched by these restless spirits. Lin Jie was not afraid; on the contrary, he wore an extremely smug smile on his face, as if taunting the spirits, "Come on! Come! Come kill me!"
His expression grew more unrestrained and frenzied by the moment, gradually releasing mocking laughter, "Hahaha."