"Is this the legendary Chaotic Body? It truly is powerful. I can sense an aura that makes my heart tremble."
The Winged Race celestial maiden murmured softly. Her long golden hair was smooth and supple, her eyes clear and rippling, her skin white as jade. Eight flawless white wings spread from her back, and a sacred divine halo hung behind her head.
"This Human Race cultivator is extraordinary. I cannot sense his limits at all." The young Heavenly Spirit Race prodigy's figure was indistinct. As he looked at Ji Hao, who resembled a Divine Lord or Heavenly Emperor, a trace of apprehension surfaced in his eyes.
Their race possessed a Supernatural Power that allowed them to sense an opponent's strength, enabling them to avoid danger and seek advantage. As a result, most of their race's geniuses were able to mature.
Yet every advantage came with a disadvantage. Because they avoided danger whenever they recognized it, the prodigies of their race lacked tempering. Not a single one had truly managed to surpass himself.
Thus, the Heavenly Spirit Race rarely produced powerful experts. To this day, they had not produced a single Quasi-Emperor Supreme Being.
In his perception, Ji Hao was neither good nor evil, as ethereal as the Heavenly Dao. Chaos and order stood side by side within him, and every law between heaven and earth could be found upon him.
Many races had come here. The Demon Race itself consisted of countless races, each stranger-looking than the last, leaving people amazed.
Ji Hao muttered, "There seem to be Innate Patterns carved into this race's wings. With a slight flap, the power of Wind and Thunder surges forth. Impressive—but they are a little troublesome to deal with."
He then stared at a young demon with a pair of wings on his