Final Land outskirts.
Dao Zhi Heng stepped forward. His features were clear and refined, his long brows picturesque, his expression cold and serene.
Yet unfathomable light lay hidden in those eyes—his left reflected immortal radiance, his right sank into the Demon Abyss. Though gentle, they dared not be stared into for long, as though two utterly extreme orders of heaven and earth coexisted within his pupils.
His immortal-demonic heterochromatic eyes gazed upon heaven and earth. Immortal light and demonic flames intertwined and revolved, giving rise to endless strange phenomena. With a single thought, he could form an Immortal Domain; with a single thought, he could bury ten thousand races!
"What kind of fierce spirit is this?!"
"As expected, the Final Land does not contain only that Hairless Fierce Spirit."
"...The Final Land is about to be opened!"
Though these ancient undying beings of the Archaic Cultivation World were terrified, they were even more excited. They looked at Dao Zhi Heng as though looking at prey. Their days were numbered to begin with; they might as well let their final brilliance bloom and fight to the death!
At this moment, endless cries of anguish and despair rose from a continent's Spirit Veins.
They were being dissolved and erased by the rules of the Final Land.
Yet these sounds were no more than the cries of ants beneath heaven and earth, unable to enter the ears of these Immortals.
Just then.
Dao Zhi Heng frowned. "Insolence."
He used neither magical artifact nor earth-shaking spell. He merely lowered a finger—
The void collapsed, and all Daos fell silent. Several Archaic Immortals' expressions changed wildly. It was the vast, ultimate pressure of an Immortal Body. They were all frozen in midair, their Immortal Bodies shattering inch by inch, even their screams wiped away.