It Was the Same Inside the Banner

The sudden turn of events sent chills down the spines of Saint Zhifang and the other four.

The dense yin aura, along with the sinister smile on Li Tianwei's face, gave off an utterly terrifying feeling no matter how one looked at it.

And this transformation had taken place with nothing more than a thought from Li Tianwei.

The transformation from immortal to devil.

Seeing such a change, Saint Zhifang was speechless for a moment.

"Ah! Th-this..."

The others were much the same.

Where was their earlier appearance of seeking the Dao? They wished they could flee at once.

Yet under the oppression of Li Tianwei's terrifying power,

only Devil Venerable Jilai showed little change in expression. Instead, he was somewhat excited. After all, Devil Venerable Jilai was a devil cultivator. Even though he had cultivated the Extreme Good Lead Hua Scripture, it could not be denied that his attainments in devil cultivation were profound.

What he saw in Li Tianwei was Demonic Arts that had reached the summit, countless evil souls circling around him, utterly yin and utterly evil.

If he himself was a Devil Venerable, then the Li Tianwei before him was the Devil Ancestor—and perhaps even more than that.

Devil Venerable Jilai could sense that every Demonic Art Li Tianwei cultivated had reached the ultimate limit.

That was precisely why Li Tianwei's aura was so terrifying.

Devil Venerable Jilai even wanted to submit directly at Li Tianwei's feet, cultivate the devil path alongside him, and become his disciple.

As for Li Tianwei, he did not care how they felt. He merely took out the Sun Moon Banner.

The sun and moon churned upon the banner. Surrounded by Li Tianwei's aura, faint black qi rose into the air, blanketing all beneath heaven and shooting straight into the sky.