Most Perilous

This Desolate Clan Great Power looked exactly like the Gods and Devils recorded in ancient texts—a four-armed rakshasa!

Just as this Desolate Clan Great Power stepped out of the silver-white ancient hall like a true God or Devil descending upon the world, a powerful suction force instantly dragged Wei Suo sideways through the void, pulling him before the Desolate Clan Great Power in the blink of an eye.

One of the Desolate Clan Great Power's enormous azure arms stretched forward, seemingly intending to seize Wei Suo in its grasp.

"Speak! From whom did you learn of my Desolate Clan identity!" At the same time, the Desolate Clan Great Power's voice boomed directly within Wei Suo's mind once more.

"Ah!"

Wei Suo's head hurt as though it had been split apart. The grievous damage to his divine sense left him unable to cast any spell. He could only throw both fists forward with all his strength, striking at the enormous azure palm reaching for him.

Clang! A sound like a giant bell being struck rang out where Wei Suo's hands collided with the azure giant palm.

Wei Suo's body jolted violently. Crimson radiance and silver divine light rippled from him as he flew backward, shaking like a divine furnace.

"Your physical body has actually been cultivated to such a formidable degree?" The Desolate Clan Great Power's palm merely trembled slightly before continuing to grab downward. It had not expected Wei Suo's body to be so powerful, and its grasp caught nothing but air. It immediately let out a cry of surprise.

Now that they were close, Wei Suo could see that its face and body hair were both azure, while its lips were jet-black. As it spoke, a segment of its tongue—black-red and purplish, covered in savage fleshy spikes—showed between its