Deathly energy, thick as tangible matter, formed dense barriers here.
Countless spectral souls, twisted with pain and filled with endless venomous resentment, struggled and wailed within the barriers, forming a suffocating domain.
At the center of the domain, dense purple-black light wreathed Ye Xishui.
The light throbbed like a heart, each pulse sending out waves of death that greedily devoured the vitality flowing through the air.
Ye Xishui's eyes were tightly shut, her face filled with fervent devotion and the intoxication of nearing the summit.
She was waiting for Yan Shaozhe's death, intending to use his death to determine when to challenge the final boundary.
Huo Yuhao's arrival caused not the slightest disturbance here.
For he had not intruded; he simply "existed" here.
It was as though the universe had descended upon this place.
Huo Yuhao's calm gaze pierced the layers of purple-black divine light and settled on Ye Xishui.
Ye Xishui remained utterly unaware until Huo Yuhao sighed. Only then did her eyes snap open!
Those once-beguiling eyes now held nothing but bleak grayness and cold.
Yet in their deepest recesses burned Ye Xishui's utmost desire to become a god.
Those eyes turned toward the sigh.
The instant they met Huo Yuhao's eyes of chaos, Ye Xishui was overwhelmed by an incomprehensible, tremendous horror rising from the depths of her soul!
"Who?!"
Ye Xishui's piercing shout exploded through the deathly silent domain, carrying divine pressure powerful enough to shatter a Titled Douluo's soul.
Yet when her voice struck the space before Huo Yuhao, it was like a clay ox sinking into the sea, unable to stir even a ripple.
Huo Yuhao ignored her futile demand, his gaze sweeping across this domain built from death and the many souls forcibly imprisoned and burned as fuel.
Ye Xishui's heart pounded wildly.