Scarlet eyes opened one after another in the sky. Like densely packed pearls hanging from the clouds, they clustered atop the black cloud and watched every corner of the hall.
Their gazes swept across everything beneath the sky like the scythes of the God of Death.
The instant those scarlet gazes passed over him, He Ao felt as though an icy wind laden with frost crystals had sliced through his soul. His movements suddenly froze, and he fell into a brief state of stiffness.
He had no doubt that if his soul had not been strong enough, those gazes would have taken both his soul and life the instant they swept over him.
Like the God of Death wandering beneath the night, wielding a scythe and harvesting lives one by one.
So this was the Night Executive.
He Ao stared at the scarlet eyes, his gaze narrowing slightly.
At that moment, the rapidly expanding black flesh wriggled and engulfed the Shadowless Sword, which had not managed to fly away in time, attempting to completely "seal" the weapon away.
Boom--
At the very instant it wriggled, flashing lightning once again filled the entire hall.
The spreading electric light was like a fishing net cast down from the sky, tightly wrapping around the black cloud.
Those scythe-like gazes paused, and the huge expanding black body also stiffened briefly in the air.
He Ao raised his hand, and the Shadowless Sword shot up, tearing through the black cloud's flesh from within and flying into his palm.
In the sky, the wound torn open in the black cloud exposed flesh glowing with a faint Purple Radiance. Traces of cold seeped from that flesh, carrying a chill like polar ice as it flowed downward.
Not a single drop of blood flowed from the flesh. Instead,