Shi Lan instinctively drew in a sharp breath and took half a step back, only to find nothing behind her.
The gray barrier that had been there was gone without a trace. All around her stretched an endless wilderness, its dark-brown underworld soil cloaked in a pale golden divine radiance, like dusk.
The Yin deathly Killing Intent filling the surrounding void was astonishingly dense, nearly ten times stronger than in the outside world. It surged deep into Shi Lan's body at once, beginning to erode her essence.
Yet in the face of this, Shi Lan didn't dare make the slightest move. The gazes fixed on her from all sides were oppressively intense. This was unlike standing face-to-face with the World-Honored One; she had never seen so many powerful beings gathered together at once.
In a mere moment, more than several thousand ancient gods had gathered around her. Not one was a demigod; all were purebloods, and none had cultivation below the eighth rank.
More than a hundred had reached the Emperor Realm, and several others had transcended it.
Surrounded by so many powerful beings, Shi Lan didn't think she had any chance of fighting back. She could only adapt to the situation as it came.
Three figures stepped out from the crowd and stopped in front of Shi Lan.
"Are you Yang?"
The man in the middle spoke first, his expression uncertain. He looked barely over twenty, with a blood-red divine pattern branded between his brows. Nine feet tall, he had dark-red hair neatly tied back and wore not a battle robe woven from blood qi, but a set of dark-gold finery.
His looks were extraordinarily handsome. Even by human standards, he was a rare and imposing beauty, and his every word and gesture carried a bold, heroic air.
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