The will of destruction that heralded the end had only just receded when the atmosphere within the pure-white space underwent another drastic change.
The energy vortices that had settled down seemed to be forcibly shattered by an even more domineering power.
An indescribable force of slaughter brutally crushed the lingering traces of destruction and seized control of this entire space.
Huo Yuhao's brows drew even tighter.
He felt as though countless fine needles were repeatedly stabbing every inch of his skin.
This sensation did not come from a change in the surroundings' temperature, but from that killing intent, pure to the utmost extreme.
It was no mere intangible pressure bearing down on him. It had genuinely condensed into cold, razor-sharp blades of energy.
These invisible blades continually passed through his flesh and meridians. The agony of being sliced apart again and again followed him like a shadow, impossible to shake.
Even with the powerful physique granted by his Titan Divine Blood, far beyond others at his level, he felt a chill rising from deep within his bones.
Just what level of killing intent could make even this thoroughly tempered body of mine find it so unbearable?
He silently clenched his fists, forcibly suppressing the surging blood within him as he looked ahead.
The pure-white spatial barrier was effortlessly torn open like a fragile sheet of white paper.
A tall man shattered the void beneath his feet and walked in, step by step.
His long, snow-white hair hung loose over his shoulders. He wore blood-red divine armor covered in dark-purple demonic markings, and an aura of slaughter so dense it seemed almost impossible to disperse radiated from his entire body.
Huo Yuhao endured the illusion of being sliced to pieces and carefully studied him.
He muttered inwardly.
*This lofty god certainly