As the focal point of the entire battlefield, Yang Ming drew everyone's attention with his every move. Whether they were human powerhouses or soul beast powerhouses, they all spared some attention to what was happening around him.
Earlier, when Yang Ming had killed Wang of the Darkgolden Terrorclaw Bears with a single move, they had not been surprised. They had even felt it was only natural.
But now, as they looked at the Golden Soul Ring beneath Yang Ming's feet, radiating the aura of a hundred million years as though it had endured since time immemorial, every human and soul beast froze, utterly bewildered, as if left disheveled in the wind.
"Is... is that really a soul ring?"
"Could my eyes be playing tricks on me?"
Zi JI lay on the ground, trussed up tightly. Her restraints traced her mature curves, and beneath her trembling eyelashes, her large eyes brimmed with terror and unease. Her sensual lips parted so wide she could almost have swallowed a whole salted duck egg.
As a soul beast, she could naturally sense the age of a human's soul rings. Perhaps it was an instinct passed down through her bloodline.
But precisely because of this, the soul beasts led by Beast God Di Tian and Zi JI now found themselves questioning everything they knew.
A hundred-million-year soul ring?
How was that possible!
Even the Dragon God, at the height of his glory all those years ago, had never lived that long!
"Yang Ming..."
Beast God Di Tian instinctively curled up his draconic body. Like an animal encountering its natural predator, his body tightened in a reflexive response. His eyes fixed on Yang Ming in shock and uncertainty as he exclaimed:
"Did you use some kind of genjutsu on me?"
Before invading the Heaven Dou Empire,