Kang Jin-Ho forcibly suppressed his boiling chest.1

‘Fuu-woo…’0

What a strange sensation this was.0

Kang Jin-Ho knew better than anyone that he was a demonic cultivator, a person who deliberately chose demonic cultivation and accepted demonic qi into his body.0

As a demonic cultivator, he also knew it was impossible to overcome the extreme aggressiveness and the intense desire to fight that even robbed him of his rational mind.0

Since he had reached the True Demon realm, Kang Jin-Ho no longer thirsted for blood or got lost in the heat of the battle to the point of not caring about anything like other demonic cultivators. Even so, he still did not think about the potential aftermath once he started fighting.0

However, the current Kang Jin-Ho was… in a slightly different state of mind.0

The heightened sense of exhilaration remained the same. And his eagerness to fight boiled even hotter than before. Despite all that, his mind hadn’t blanked out like it usually did.0

As a matter of fact, it felt like his still-rational mind was suppressing his viciously-pounding chest. Should he say he somehow retained a strand of rationality even in the heat of the battle?0

Why was this, though? Because his opponents were weak? No, that couldn’t be it.0

‘I’ve really changed, haven’t I?’0

The new martial path Kang Jin-Ho had laid out recently did not only improve his cultivation.0

This sensation was noticeably different from when he had completely surrendered himself to the demonic energy.0

There were times...0