After Yan Jingzhe's voice fell, the entire clearing fell silent.
Di Tian, standing at the front, narrowed his eyes slightly. He said nothing, but a hint of scrutiny appeared in those pure golden vertical pupils.
Bi Ji stood to his right, her emerald hair drifting gently in the breeze as her calm gaze rested on Yan Jingzhe.
Myriad Demon King had not fully assumed human form. Tree-like branches still extended from his shoulders, and those densely packed demonic eyes turned at once, as though assessing something.
Xiong Jun was the most impatient. Every strand of his dark-gold fur stood on end, and a deep growl rumbled from his throat. Only after Di Tian shot him a glance did he suppress it.
Zi Ji stood slightly behind Di Tian, her deep purple pupils reflecting the six figures opposite her without a trace of emotion.
All of a sudden, a grayish-white glow drifted out from Yan Jingzhe's brow. It was initially no larger than a fist, but as it slowly rose, it gradually expanded, condensed, and stretched, eventually transforming into a solid humanoid phantom above the clearing.
"There is no need to worry. I have thoroughly studied the advanced Soul Spirit, and nothing will go wrong." Electrolux's voice came through the passage.
He was clearer than the last time he had appeared. He still wore that worn gray robe, but its wrinkles had lessened somewhat, and its edges were no longer so blurred. The wrinkles on his face were as deep as knife carvings, while his gray-black double pupils gazed calmly ahead, carrying a loneliness and insight tempered through countless years.
The moment he appeared, Beast God Di Tian felt an unprecedented pressure. His expression changed at once. This was an existence like his lord. He could not help muttering, "Is this