When Huo Yuhao heard the conversation between the Sky Dream Ice Silkworm and the Ice Empress in his Sea of Consciousness, he finally realized that Long Zhanye, standing before him, was very likely the successor of a god!
An indescribably complicated surge of emotions welled up in his heart—
shock, fear, unwillingness, and a deep sense of powerlessness.
He had never imagined that the opponent he had faced all this time might actually be the heir of a god.
But he had no time to think further, because the purple-gold figure's right arm had already completely petrified, crumbling into a pile of powder.
The grayish-white powder drifted down from the air like snowflakes, like dust, like ashes.
That unmatched aura also gradually weakened somewhat. The purple-gold light dimmed, the dragon's roar grew faint, and the pressure loosened.
On the dais, Xu Tianran, Juzi, Mingde Hall's hall master Jing Hongchen, and all the empire's ministers except Xu Tianran had already risen to their feet.
Their movements were perfectly uniform, their gazes all fixed on the arena, their faces filled with shock.
Among them were no shortage of powerful Soul Masters, no shortage of Title Douluo, and no shortage of Level 9 Soul Engineers.
But this was the first time any of them had seen something like this.
That blood-colored light, the power of petrification, and that terrifying might had all exceeded their understanding, exceeded their imagination.
Even Zhongli Wu cried out in shock, his voice filled with astonishment and greed:
"What an evil power, what a powerful force! What exactly is this?!"
His eyes were stretched wide, his mouth unable to close for a long time, his face full of disbelief.
He was the leader of the Holy Spirit Cult, the head of the Evil Soul Masters. In his life, he