This was absolute crushing dominance, a suppression of rank at the very root.
At this moment, the way Lin Xuan looked at Mo Wuya changed once more.
He had never expected that this inhuman Devil Race member would give him another surprise.
"Did you feel it?"
"The suppression that comes from the very root?"
Watching the changes in Lin Xuan's expression, Mo Wuya curled his lips into a smile.
With a single wave of his hand, the Sky Net began to contract, and the suppressive force bearing down on Lin Xuan grew several degrees stronger.
Long Ze had already begun to tremble, unable even to maintain his dragon form as he transformed into human shape.
His body shook like a sieve, his face deathly pale.
This sight made the arrogance on Mo Wuya's face deepen further.
"Do you know what this is?"
He stared at Lin Xuan and asked indifferently, though he clearly had no intention of waiting for an answer.
He continued, "A power beyond laws—the Profound Power that the human race can never touch. Only noble races can barely comprehend it and make it serve them."
Mo Wuya tilted his head slightly, looking down his nose at everyone.
Lin Xuan, however, frowned. He sensed something different. Although Mo Wuya's profundity likewise made the power of laws fearful, it seemed exceedingly weak compared to his own profundity.
The feeling was like a toddling child facing a burly grown man—they were not even on the same level.
As the Sky Net drew ever closer, a smile spread across Mo Wuya's savage face. "You should reconsider my proposal."
"Become this seat's slave, and this seat may allow you to try touching this supreme power."
"This is profundity. If the human race wishes to touch it, they must at least step into