Soul
He erupted!
As if a heavenly abyss had descended.
An aura of spiritual power so terrifying it seemed like the final judgment bestowed upon time by gods filling the sky.
Boundless mist spread open, forming a supreme great realm that froze everything, like the Devil Master extending his palm and clenching this endless starry sky and its vast enemy within his grasp.
All of this came from the red-haired, horned cultivator dressed in a black-and-crimson robe and iron boots.
Feng Chengyin's eyes widened in terror.
His flesh-and-blood body let out a mournful cry and howl.
Only when the young man standing beside Tu Shan Jun expanded his protective astral energy and enveloped him did he finally manage to breathe.
With a thud.
He collapsed onto the ground.
Gasping heavily for air.
His eyes were full of disbelief.
For that single instant just now, he had thought that, like an insect witnessing a cataclysm between heaven and earth, he would silently turn to dust.
Had the young man not acted, he would have vanished long ago.
"How could this be..." He had expected the gap to be immense, but he had never imagined it would be the difference between heaven and earth.
The master of that back was clearly a god of the Ninth Heaven, a Devil Master of the Ninth Abyss. Boundless darkness swept across heaven and earth, bringing a horrifying hell that ordinary people could never comprehend.
Unable to bear looking any longer, Feng Chengyin lowered his head.
Yet as though unwilling to accept it, he desperately looked forward again. He wanted to see the other party clearly. Was that truly the cultivator who had once lived alongside them in the Little Desolate Domain?
However, when he strained his eyes wide open, all he saw were those eyes,