"What the hell is that?"
Feeling that overwhelmingly tyrannical aura, the three marshals instantly felt their hair stand on end.
Their expressions shifted uncertainly as they stared ahead.
The next moment, Su Tao's figure slowly rose into the void.
An incomparably dazzling golden light coiled around him. His entire body seemed like a glittering golden statue, the blinding radiance making it impossible to keep one's eyes open.
"What a terrifying aura."
Nie Zhao could not help clicking his tongue.
Above the heavens, that golden figure grew ever more resplendent.
Su Tao stood with his hands behind his back, golden light blazing around him like raging flames. The dazzling glare forced countless soldiers of the three imperial dynasties to close their eyes, not daring to look directly at him.
Within that golden light, countless faces could faintly be seen struggling, howling, and weeping.
Those faces belonged to men and women, young and old, cultivators and mortals. They were densely packed, endless and innumerable, as though all the living beings of an entire imperial dynasty had been imprisoned within that golden light.
"Th-what kind of damned thing is this?"
Liu Zheng's pupils abruptly contracted. His expression changed slightly, and an almost imperceptible tremor entered his voice.
He was a Quasi-Saint at the third level, a marshal of the Myriad Demon Imperial Dynasty. He had fought countless battles throughout his life and witnessed far too many terrifying things.
Yet now, facing those countless struggling faces within the golden light, he felt a chill rise from his spine and shoot straight to the crown of his head.
It was a terror born from the deepest depths of his soul.
"What kind of wicked art is this? It can even suppress my Buddhist Dao?"
Wuchen pressed his palms together, but those eyes that had always