The air congealed like iron. Outside the Myriad Demon Cave, the bloody stench that lingered all year round was utterly dispelled by a will even colder, even more deathly still. Only the smells of scorching and sulfur remained, weaving a dirge of death in the sinister wind.
Han Li hovered in midair, his azure robes snapping in the sinister wind. He unleashed no overwhelming demonic might, yet his Deity Transformation early-stage cultivation made the surrounding spiritual energy freeze and submit. In his left eye, silver light shone like a river of stars flowing backward; in his right, demonic flames burned like an abyss. Deep within both eyes, that thread of silver-black Primordial Magnetic Divine Light twisted and warped at an unprecedented speed, as though answering some supreme law between heaven and earth.
"H-Han Li!"
Old Demon Hu Qinglei's voice carried a tremor he could scarcely suppress. He stared fixedly at Han Li, his sinister old face drained of all color, leaving only boundless terror and despair. He had thought this was merely a Nascent Soul brat who had no idea what death meant. He had never expected that Han Li had truly advanced to Deity Transformation! And judging by those unfathomable eyes, he was probably even stronger than Hu Qinglei, who was himself at the early stage!
"Y-you... what are you doing here?!" Hu Qinglei's voice was hoarse, as though scraped raw by sandpaper, or like the grating screech of two rust-covered iron plates rubbing together. "This is the Heavenly Demon Sect! My territory! Who gave you the nerve to barge in here?"
Yet faced with Hu Qinglei's demands and his murderous, furious gaze, Han Li's expression did not change, his heart did not race, and he did not even blink before speaking. His tone was exceptionally calm, as though