The Great Demon and the Flesh Butcher sensed something amiss at that moment, gradually halting, their gazes sharply fixated on the heroic figure standing in mid-air.
The figure stood in the void, like a sculpture that weighed down time and space, exuding an unparalleled sense of oppression.
The blood within them trembled, hummed, and feared...
This was the awe generated by lower-tier beings upon encountering a high-tier life form.
It is an instinct engraved into their souls.
If not for this being their Sovereign, the one to whom they pledged their lives and souls, they would have certainly turned and fled at the first opportunity.
Kalanis felt the archaic bloodline within her body pulsing violently.
Her golden eyes shone brighter, energy trickling from the corners reflecting glimmers of light.
She could clearly sense the power of that towering figure rising at an astonishing speed.
As if undergoing an indescribable and incomprehensible transformation.
