Of course, as always, once one reached Yu Lian's level, returning to the World of Souls was like returning home. The gray mist of the World of Souls even gave him a sense of familiarity.
However, the mist here was somewhat different from the ether that made up the World of Souls. It was like a swarm of living viruses, constantly trying to corrode the azure-jade psychic armor covering his body.
Yet that sinister, malicious pressure dispersed like an enemy meeting its nemesis the moment it touched the layer of starlit radiance.
Yu Lian continued forward, observing head-on the greatest source of pressure at the very front. That should be the deepest point of this strange chaos.
As Yu Lian continued advancing inward, the gray mists seemed to realize their own weakness. Like insects, snakes, and rats being driven away, they scattered to both sides and made way.
At the end of that path, a figure stood silently.
It was a tall and imposing figure, like a majestic evil god. He wore gorgeous crystal armor carved from rubies, its elegant and imposing lines flowing with a blood-red, baleful sheen. Through the visor of his helmet, his gaze stared straight at Yu Lian as he charged toward him. It was filled with killing intent and icy severity, with a faint hint of condescending scrutiny.
Though the blasphemous aura of the World of Souls permeated the surroundings, that figure's bearing, the immense psychic pressure behind his helmet, and his familiar aura all revealed his identity.
Only, unlike the one Yu Lian knew, that gaze brimmed with demonic madness.
"Heh~~~ Though this commander actually saw it coming long ago..." Yu Lian slowly came to a stop, the light board beneath his feet floating over the viscous gray mist. His laughter rang unusually clearly