C992 Ferocious

At that moment, Zhou Yan's demeanor shifted dramatically. He cradled the fainting Diaochan in his arms, his gaze turning icy as he barked a command.

"Who's there? Show yourself!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a swirling black mist coalesced, transforming into a middle-aged man clad in a blood-red robe, exuding an aura of sheer terror.

His eyes blazed red