"Urgh..."
Zhu Tang groaned and reached up to cover his eyes.
In the face of such surging power, even covering his eyes was useless! Though he had not opened them, the intense power of transcendence still battered his soul. That overwhelming impulse, strong enough to shake a person's very heart, had transformed into physical damage within him—two trails of bloody tears slowly dripped from his tightly shut eyes.
This was the Eighth Layer, perfectly matching the number of transcendence.
Those winged demons surged toward them. The endless power of transcendence transformed into a dark-purple, almost black gale, making it difficult for everyone to remain standing.
An almost endless horde of demons came rushing forth with an earth-shaking momentum. It was like stumbling upon a swarm of bats after venturing deep into a cave, except these bats were a little larger and somewhat more numerous.
Iver possessed extensive knowledge of demons.
Although they were still far away... with a quick glance, he could roughly identify their species.
Lash Demons, Evil Eyes, Shadow Demons, Deformed Limb Demons, Enticement Demons, Ice Demons, Blood Demons, Blade Demons...
—There were at least more than five hundred of them!
Even the weakest had reached the Fourth Level, while scattered among them were a few powerhouses of the Fifth Level.
The only good news was that Iver had not seen Greater Phantom Demons such as Flame Demons, Winter Demons, or Night Demons—creatures whose levels were normally higher than the world's limit. After all, without a profession system like Demon Avatar that could directly hatch Great Demons, the Material Realm would not produce Great Demons below the Fifth Level.
These winged demons had all originated from the corrupted souls of Winged Ones who had sacrificed themselves!
They had been imprisoned here, their frozen time preserved until the present...