After a brief consideration, they decided to go forward and speak with Zhao Fu, thinking that as long as they were careful and did not anger him, it would be fine.
They flew toward Zhao Fu.
Zhao Fu drifted forward, his icy gaze sweeping over the Holy Sons. Their bodies immediately stiffened as a chill washed over them, and a trace of fear rose in their hearts.
When Zhao Fu glanced at them, it felt as though they had been targeted by the Eye of Heaven itself. They felt incomparably tiny, like grains of sand standing before a great mountain. Their bodies turned cold, fear filled their hearts, and a deep shadow was cast over them.
What kind of eyes were those? One eye socket actually contained so many pupils, each with a different power and aura. His right eye was equally strange—a cross, with six gray dots.
These were not eyes a mortal should possess. No wonder his power was so terrifying; that pair of eyes alone made his terror plain.
The Holy Sons who had originally intended to approach and speak with Zhao Fu now looked at him with some fear, no longer daring to fly closer. They appeared somewhat awkward.
With his various emotions weakened, Zhao Fu had no interest in communicating with the Holy Sons. His gaze remained as cold as ever.
The Holy Sons understood Zhao Fu's meaning, which was why they stopped. They were legendary Holy Sons, existences admired, worshipped, and feared by countless people. Few had ever made them act like this.
Zhao Fu drifted before the white sea of fire.
As though it possessed consciousness, the white sea of fire sensed Zhao Fu's arrival. The flames grew even more ferocious, forming an enormous wave of fire thousands of meters high and tens