A mighty wind swept past. Crimson-gold radiance blazed brilliantly, illuminating ten thousand miles. Dust and sand billowed like smoke and mist. The still heavens and earth returned to normal in an instant.
Pei Ling sat on the ground, his Xuan Shan robe whipping in the wind.
At that moment, his aura was incomparably powerful. An immensely dense, ferocious killing intent seemed almost tangible, coiling around his entire body like a fog and spreading through the surroundings until it enveloped the whole region.
The killing intent was as vivid as blood, with countless skulls of all sizes appearing and vanishing within it.
The skulls' auras were cold and gloomy, their color like ink. Chilly light shone from their eye sockets, and their expressions were venomous, as if they were about to pounce on living beings and devour them.
All the skulls encircled Pei Ling layer upon layer, like venomous snakes lying in wait amid the blood-red baleful aura, ready to strike.
Countless fine, delicate threads floated in the void between the skulls. Their color was like blood, nearly indistinguishable from the blood-red baleful aura. Their auras were violent and chaotic, filled with fury, as though slaughter were their only desire.
The wilderness stretched for ten thousand miles, all of it transformed into surging blood mist.
It reflected across the sky, turning even the crimson-gold light faintly red.
Seated alone in the blood mist, Pei Ling's eyes shone brightly. His pupils seemed perfectly ordinary, save for their extraordinary depth, like a bottomless abyss that threatened to seize the souls of living beings and plunge them into eternal damnation.
This beguiling charm, like an enchantment, was almost tangible in its intensity. Any living being that drew near him would involuntarily swell, stretch, spin, and twist... deforming into bizarre, misshapen things that could not