Yan Furong asked, "Can you control yourself?"
Yan Chen looked at his hands, as if they were filled with infinite strength.
For this power, he had committed the cruelest act imaginable against human morality—eating people, eating ghosts.
Chu Hao had pushed him to this. He wanted revenge. He wanted Chu Hao to suffer eternal damnation.
"Still under control. Let's go."
Yan Chen leaped up, soaring more than twenty meters high, and landed steadily on the shore of the lake.
Yan Furong looked at Yan Chen and nodded. "This power is very strong, and it's easy to lose oneself in it. From now on, as long as you're not brain-dead, you can keep resurrecting by consuming the flesh of others. However, before that, you need a large number of souls to stabilize your sanity."
Yan Chen nodded and asked, "Sister Rong, what's the end result for those who cultivate this Evil Technique?"
Yan Furong answered seriously, "Doomed for eternity."
