In that instant, countless gazes turned this way. As the Blood Light faded, they could vaguely make out a young man's face. Yet it was as though he had suffered some sort of provocation; his expression was incomparably twisted and terrifying. With the Blood Light no longer concealing him, black aura unexpectedly seeped from his body, writhing and dancing over him like living creatures.
Even from afar, that black aura gave off an intensely ominous feeling, as though that blackness were the gathered filth of the world.
If that were all, it would have been one thing. The key was Deer Demon Venerable's current state. His cultivation was undoubtedly a whole level higher than that young man within the Blood Light, yet in their clash just now, not only had he gained no advantage, he even seemed to have suffered a small loss.
His robust body tumbled through the starry sky as he was sent flying backward. It took several breaths before he steadied himself, his face filled with astonishment. Clearly, he had never expected to be knocked away by an opponent weaker than himself.
One had to know that he had not held back at all in that strike!
The other Demon Venerables watching from within the warships had not felt it too clearly, but he had collided head-on with the enemy and immediately sensed that something was wrong.
The other party's condition... was abnormal.
It seemed as though he had lost his reason, yet also as though he had not. Deer Demon Venerable had cultivated for so many years, but he had truly never encountered anything so strange. Mad yet calm—there was no more fitting description for the other party's utterly contradictory state.
There was no time for him to think further. After that clash, the seemingly abnormal