Moreover, Zheng Fan dared not shift his gaze to the left anymore, starting to lean to the right, hoping that his field of vision would no longer include something that made him feel dazzled.
But he was wrong,
because at that moment he realized,
on his right side,
another person stood as well.
This person was covered in blood, wearing armor that looked exactly like his own; in fact, exactly the same as he was now;
The only difference might be the red glow in the other's eyes and the expression of greed and enjoyment on their face.
Zheng Fan couldn't help but cover his ears with his hands,
he felt that he must have entered some kind of abnormal mental state.
Perhaps stimulated by the order he gave to execute prisoners,
or maybe provoked by what Tian Wujing said earlier,
or,
perhaps it was the emotions and issues that had accumulated deep in his heart over the years, being completely released at this moment.
I,
who exactly am I?
