Tap, tap, tap...
Accompanied by clear footsteps, a martial artist clad in blood-red robes emerged from the crimson mist.
His appearance was very similar to that of the Human Race.
Yet the moment Ye Fan laid eyes on this opponent, he felt an intense sense of dread.
This feeling
not only warned Ye Fan of danger, but also made him feel small, as though he were being looked down upon by a deity.
This simulated martial artist must have come from some high-level supreme expert.
Ye Fan's thoughts stirred, and he faintly formed a few guesses.
Meanwhile, atop the scarlet carpet in the void, the two God King titans were conversing.
"This is... that person's aura..."
For the first time, as he observed the Bloody Three Slaughters, the Ninth Elder of the Cosmic Void Alliance suddenly changed expression.
Even
the wine in the cup he held splashed onto his robes, yet he remained completely unaware.
A long-sealed memory slowly unfolded:
Back when he had still been a weak martial artist, he had once sensed that being's aura from afar.
At the time, merely sensing that being's aura
had made him feel like a small boat adrift amid raging wind and rain, as though he could capsize at any moment.
It was precisely this experience that further strengthened the Ninth Elder's resolve to become a top-tier expert.
However, everything had its pros and cons.
Because that aura had affected him far too deeply back then, it
had once become one of his nightmares.
Only after struggling through it, repeatedly overcoming that nightmare, and tempering an even purer Martial Heart
did the Ninth Elder's martial path become increasingly fearless and swift.
It was also because of that unforgettable experience
that the Ninth Elder was exceptionally familiar with this aura.
The instant he