The Doubt of the King of Zhenbei

Within the Earth Hall's small world.

Li Tianming stood silently in a dim room. Faint candlelight flickered, speckling the darkness with wisps of radiance.

The candlelight shone upon Li Tianming's face, starkly bringing out the weariness etched into his features.

"Alas, I was still too rash after all!"

With his hands clasped behind his back, Li Tianming gazed at an inscription before him.

Blood seemed to flow across the inscription, making it appear exceedingly gloomy.

"I never expected this ascender to possess such strength. Even a Seventh-Turn Gods and Devils Realm expert like Shadow One was unable to stop him in the slightest."

"I should report this to the King of Zhenbei. Yang Chen is no longer someone I can control."

Li Tianming sighed, then looked toward the rows of inscriptions before him.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!!!

As crisp sounds rang out, dazzling rays of light suddenly shone forth within the dim room.

Immediately afterward, an illusory figure emerged above the inscriptions.

Boom!

The instant that figure stepped out, an incomparably oppressive aura seemed to spread throughout heaven and earth, as though someone had clamped a hand around their throats.

Their breathing grew rapid.

Even though Li Tianming was already a Sixth-Turn Gods and Devils Realm expert, he still seemed somewhat frail in the face of such an aura.

"What is it!"

The moment that imposing figure appeared, a deep voice rang out.

Li Tianming immediately knelt on the ground, his face filled with respect.

"My lord!"

The King of Zhenbei had an exceptionally burly build. Even the Azure Dragon of old might not have been as robust as him.

After all, he was an Eighth-Turn Gods and Devils Realm expert. Even though only an avatar had descended, it still made the surrounding space feel immensely oppressive.

The King of Zhenbei