An archaic and desolate Divine Palace.
Zhao Yun, sitting upon the throne on the high platform of the palace, had a beam of divine light connected to the center of her brow, and that divine light came from an alternate dimension space.
That alternate dimension space was the inheritance space left behind by a god-king of the ancient era in this world.
At this moment,
the inheritance from the ancient god-king was continuously being poured into Zhao Yun's mind.
Wang Ming, standing beside the throne, wore an expression of utmost gloom, his fury surging like an undercurrent at the bottom of a deep pool.
Hearing the roar of Celestial Demon Senran made his already foul mood even worse.
"Noisy!"
Wang Ming let out a cold drink, an aura of sharp killing intent radiating from his body, and instantly a monstrous murderous aura permeated the entire God-King Palace.
Icy!
Chilling!
Oppressive!
In a flash,
everyone in the palace experienced a blur before their eyes, and then they plunged into a frenzied world of slaughter, seeing countless crazed figures rushing to pounce upon them.
Once struck by those figures, crazed like zombies, they would feel a fraction of their mental strength vanish.
This forced them into endless combat within the mental realm.
Yet as the combat continued, the previously clear-eyed Holy Maiden, Yin Feng, and Yin Zhong all began to emit red light from their eyes.
Clearly, if they continued to fight, they would be assimilated by this murderous aura and become madmen who knew only slaughter.
It was precisely at this moment that some unknown array within the grand hall suddenly triggered, shattering the killing intent that permeated every corner of the hall.
Wang Ming's body jerked, and he swept his gaze back and forth across the four directions of the