Li Su was stunned!
Someone had actually fought their way out of the Great Dao, while enduring constant corruption from the evil nature and suffering grievous injuries to the flesh. With no way to recover at all, he still possessed such overwhelming might.
With one glance, he had slain all the Heavenly Immortals and Mysterious Immortals on the ground. With another, he had even severed the gazes sweeping down from the sky.
This had to be a peak Daluo—one who left Lord of Nirvana dozens of streets behind. At the very least, if the one Li Su had encountered back then had been this man before him, things would probably have ended very differently.
He was simply too powerful.
Not just in realm, but in heart as well.
This man had definitely walked out of mountains of blades and seas of fire. He had endured countless battles and slaughter along the way; the white bones beneath his feet could be piled into a great mountain.
His will was simply too tyrannical!
Who was this man? How had he been imprisoned here?
Li Su could not help drawing a breath. Even though the other party had not attacked him, he still could not suppress a faint shudder.
Just then, a reaction suddenly appeared in the sky. A terrifying aura descended from above, falling straight down.
In an instant, a shadow was reflected within the overcast sky.
The clouds themselves were black, yet compared to that shadow, they somehow seemed glaring, as though they were glowing.
That shadow was simply too black—bottomless and profound. One look at it felt as though one would be drawn in.
Another supreme powerhouse. Its aura was astonishing, unquestionably at the peak Daluo realm. It had traveled very far, delved very deep, completely unlike those peak Daluos