Lin Fan's Might
The black creature's expression abruptly darkened.
Its scarlet eyes narrowed slightly as it stared fixedly at Lin Fan.
Its face had already been savage and terrifying, but now it looked so gloomy it seemed as though water might drip from it. The black rune between its brows flickered faintly, emanating an ominous aura.
The way it looked at Lin Fan carried a rare trace of apprehension.
Even in the ancient era, that dazzling age when heroes rose together and all races contended for supremacy, it had never shown such an expression except before the rulers of a few powerful races.
Every one of those rulers had been a supreme existence whose might shook the ages. With a raised hand, they could shatter the river of stars; with a flick of a finger, they could make heaven and earth change color. Yet this seemingly young cultivator had made it feel the same pressure after only a few exchanges.
From Lin Fan, it sensed a genuine threat.
It was not fear of power, but an instinctive wariness.
It was as though the one standing before it was not a man, but a natural nemesis born specifically to restrain it.
It did not rush to attack again.
The eighteen black divine rings slowly descended. Rather than hovering above its head, they layered around its body. One after another, black radiance flowed between them, forming an impenetrable barrier that protected it completely.
This was a sign that it was getting serious.
The last time it had been this cautious was already countless tens of thousands of years ago.
"Who exactly are you?"
The black creature slowly asked.
There was an unprecedented gravity in its tone. Its previous arrogance and disdain were gone, replaced by earnest scrutiny.
If it had not believed