As the blood rain fell onto him, Lin Fan felt his mind losing control.
An insatiable thirst for violence started to occupy his mind.
"Kill."
"Murder."
"Let them bleed."
"Remember how the villagers left you behind."
A voice repeatedly tried to seduce him to lash out in violence.
He shook his head, trying to shake it off.
But it didn't work.
Lin Fan glanced over at Ho Ming, and he was suffering the same fate.
He had to do something quick.
Thinking for a moment, he decided to try his luck.
He took out his hammers and struck them together.
Dang!
The Eight Trigram Sound Wave with the effect of the oblivion steel made him stunned for a moment.
When his consciousness came back, the voice and thirst for violence went away.
Ho Ming was holding onto his head, and he let go of it when the effect of the Eight Trigram Sound Wave subsided.