Ye Tian's gaze flashed like lightning, piercing the layers of Netherworld death energy and formation runes to settle on the tall, gaunt figure holding a dark scythe.
An ancient, chilling aura swept toward him, far richer and purer than that of the Soul-Reaping Heavenly Demon he had encountered in the Sky-Reaching Tower.
It carried the supreme majesty of one who governed death and enslaved divine souls.
"So it's a Soul-Reaping Heavenly Demon..."
Ye Tian understood.
This race was born in the deadly depths of the Netherworld and fed on the divine souls of all living things.
Their innate divine abilities were strange and unfathomable, targeting the primordial spirit and all but impossible to guard against.
Back in the Sky-Reaching Tower, he had still been in the early stages of his growth.
Even then, he had fought a soul battle against a powerful member of this race, and he still vividly remembered how troublesome it had been.
But the one before him was entirely different!
The darkness swirling around him was almost a manifestation of the Netherworld law at its origin.
It was so dense that it blurred his figure, making him seem less like a physical being than an incarnation of death emerging from the deepest reaches of the Nine Hells.
His oppressive aura weighed as heavily as an ancient demonic mountain. He had clearly established himself firmly in the True God realm of the Divine Dao domain.
And he was certainly no newcomer. His aura was as deep as an abyss and as surging as an ocean, already at True God Peak.
He seemed only a single step away from the God King realm, where one ruled over a region with perfected laws!
Even in the Primordial Era, when powerful beings gathered like clouds and gods and devils rose