Oval purple-black fingernails exuded a faint black-red mist.
Like a waterfall of shadow draped over the owner of that arm.
Demonic flames surged sky-high.
Baleful Intent blazed fiercely.
The alien True Lords kneeling in submission hurriedly lowered their heads and kowtowed, not daring to look up.
The three people originally captured by the alien Venerable stared at that figure in shock.
They could not see him clearly at all. What entered their eyes seemed to be boundless darkness, as though they faced a terrifying heavenly abyss. That abyss clearly concealed something incomprehensible, and even their eyes began to sting.
The three hurriedly lowered their heads.
Yet they could not wipe away the deep terror in their eyes.
What savage demonic flame, what heavenly fire was that? The cultivator who wielded it was clearly not targeting them, yet the scarlet flames were like blinding light, forcing them to avert their gazes.
It was as if, should they continue looking, his karmic fire would burn out their eyes and gouge away their six senses.
The woman surnamed Zhang desperately suppressed her trembling, her gaze helplessly searching for the other two beside her.
The cultivator surnamed Xu was no better off.
The three barely huddled together.
They had no idea whether the person before them was friend or foe. Or rather, they did not even count as enemies or friends. Before that soul-shaking great demon, even the alien Venerable had turned to flying ash. Had the screams from moments ago not still echoed in their ears, they might have doubted that there had ever been an alien Venerable at all.
"Elder Wen..."
The cultivator surnamed Xu lowered his head and murmured inwardly.
The other young man gritted his teeth, wanting Elder Wen to hurry and kneel in worship.
Staring directly at a great