Qin He pressed deeper step by step, and the killing intent grew ever more terrifying.
No matter what it was, quantitative change would inevitably trigger qualitative change. Boundless killing intent surged into the heavens, weaving together, twisting, trembling, baring fangs and claws.
Without warning, a terrifying blood-red eye materialized out of nowhere. It snapped open, its pupil fixed viciously upon Qin He.
This was a phenomenon woven from boundless killing intent. It had already transformed into something demonic and sinister, even evolving toward the awakening of intelligence.
Qin He felt a chill rise within his soul, as though he had fallen into an ice cellar.
He focused completely. One had to know that Qin He's soul had reached the Great Perfection of the Merit Soul Body and was bolstered by the Thought Power of all living beings; his soul was even stronger than his physical body.
If someone who had never cultivated their soul had been here and encountered such a chill—
Their soul would likely have been frozen into dust in an instant, and they would have collapsed with a crash.
The killing intent was so intense that it did not need to descend in any tangible form. A mere surge of "killing intent" could annihilate a soul. It was exceedingly terrifying.
To put it plainly, it could glare someone to death from afar.
"Wretched creature!"
Qin He opened his eyes, and a tide of killing intent immediately crashed toward the blood-red eye like mountains and seas.
Needle against needle!
The other side had killing intent; Qin He had it too!
And his had formed its own domain!
Slaughter Domain!
Within the domain, Qin He was the master of slaughter.
This reward was not merely an art infinitely close to a divine ability; it also contained a century of