C1175 The Demonic Heart Grass(6)

Zong Tianhao's hair stood on end, and he looked like a devil god. His blood-red eyes were emitting a terrifying aura.

He had already entered a frenzied state. Countless pores on his body were emitting the evil qi that seemed to have materialized.

Old man of the gatehouse's eyes were like a torch, shooting out a bright blue light. He merely extended a finger and suppressed Zong Tianhao