The youth's eyes burned with divine fire. Darkness was pierced by his twin pupils, and the void melted beneath his gaze, as though a flame god had descended into the world—unmatched beneath heaven.
With his terrifying power, he made the powerful experts wary, and none dared strike again.
At that moment, the White-robed Youth's strength had already earned recognition.
Those experts lurking in the shadows naturally would not make things difficult for the youth any longer. After all, there was no need to make an enemy of an expert capable of killing Demon Gods over such a matter.
An Bulang did not stand on ceremony. He began carefully studying the purple mist before him.
He could still see enormous demonic bodies drifting within the purple mist. Each body was as vast as a mountain range, some even as large as stars. There were six powerful beings at the level of Abyss Demon Gods.
They floated within the purple mist, their faces frozen in terror. Their life force had been utterly severed; they were merely corpses rising and sinking within it.
Nalan Jinli's delicate body trembled, fear on her face. "Those Demon Gods all wanted to seize the Imperial Weapon Fragment, so they died in there, didn't they? It's too bizarre. Their bodies don't bear a single wound, yet all their divine souls were annihilated..."
"We must be more careful. We absolutely cannot let our guard down..."
Dragon Girl stressed nervously.
"Alright." The White-robed Youth answered, then guided the white dragon onward.
"Ah... Bulang, think it over again! Don't go in so quickly... I'm not ready yet...!"
Dragon Girl screamed, her voice carrying a trace of sobbing.
"I'm ready already. It's fine, don't be afraid," An Bulang said.
Riding the gracefully formed Dragon Girl, the youth ignored her trembling body and