At this thought, Wang Xian felt the blood throughout his body freeze in an instant. Dense cold sweat seeped from his back like fine beads of ice.
That bone-piercing chill was like an icy spirit serpent winding up from his tailbone, rushing straight to the crown of his head and making his scalp tingle.
In his perception, it was as though a pair of claws condensed from dense Netherworld Qi were passing through layers of illusion and slowly reaching into his body.
The claw's five fingers were long and sharp, carrying threads of decaying aura as they tightly gripped his beating heart. Every slight tremor seemed ready to drain away his life force.
Wang Xian instinctively swallowed, trying to ease his nerves, which were stretched to their limit. Yet his dry throat felt as though it had been filled with scorching sand, so parched that he could not make a sound.
Even more terrifying was the possibility that, if the deepest reaches of the Dark Realm truly concealed horrifying Dark Creatures at the Nine-Revolutions Immortal Emperor and Ten-Revolutions Immortal Emperor levels as he suspected, then Wang Xian had an extremely chilling deduction deep in his heart: Dark Hongjun, who had already completely fused with the Dark Realm and become the Heavenly Dao of this strange world, had likely long broken through the shackles of his former strength and possessed terrifying Heavenly Emperor-level combat power capable of making the entire Cultivation World tremble!
That thought was like a meteor carrying Destruction Power, smashing fiercely into Wang Xian's heart.
In an instant, Wang Xian's pupils shrank sharply like a lone star on a cold night struck by intense light. Blood vessels crisscrossed the whites of his eyes like spiderwebs, and more than half of his vigor seemed to be drained away at