Chapter 615: Hatred Demon Sovereign

"Who are you? Where are you?" Yan Moshan's expression underwent a sudden change, nervously scanning his surroundings. After failing to discover anything, he mustered the courage to ask in a low voice. It wasn't that Yan Moshan was making a mountain out of a molehill; rather, the mere presence of that breath instilled fear. The brief moment it made its appearance was enough to send chills down Yan Moshan's spine, his back slick with beads of sweat.

That breath was filled with destruction and madness, a loathsome and bloody stench, sparking an uncontrollable fear that arose from deep within the soul.