Within the torn void, a pair of eyes appeared. Their gaze was utterly indifferent, as if they could not be bothered to spare more than a glance at the Divine Energy being scorched by the Profound Sky Fire before focusing intently on Chen Chuan.
Chen Chuan could feel that under that fierce invading force, even the Spiritual Fire on the surface of his body seemed to be suppressed. It then infiltrated his body and Mutated Tissue.
At this moment, the Second Self had become almost ethereal. One could well imagine the destructive power contained within it.
The eyes seemed to notice him then. They stared deeply at him for a moment, as though trying to remember him, before swiftly vanishing.
Chen Chuan watched the void return to normal and began to ponder. It was not difficult to imagine that the eyes and the source of that invading force undoubtedly belonged to some great demon.
It seemed capable of projecting its consciousness through the external barriers of the World Ring. Those invasive sensations were likely not deliberate, merely the aftershocks produced by its mental power.
He had encountered certain higher-level powers before, but based on his own impressions, this demon might have been the strongest he had ever seen.
Thinking of that humanlike gaze, he could not help wondering whether it was the person Mr. Jia had mentioned.
The possibility was extremely high.
That gaze carried a faint sense of looking down upon the mortal world, yet it was far beyond those conceited Old Gods, and entirely different from Ge Zhongyi, who considered himself detached from the mundane.
Perhaps they would deal with each other someday.
And it probably would not be long.
With a turn of his thoughts, the surrounding void shifted, and his own field merged with the rift