In the subterranean world of magma, every word from Shen Bai was like Cold Ice, chilling Dean Hou to the bone despite the searing heat.
'He can kill me?'
For some reason, a chill gripped Dean Hou's heart as this bizarre thought suddenly surfaced.
Once the thought appeared, it coiled around him like a Nightmare, making his breath catch and his chest tighten.
As Shen Bai spoke, terrifying auras enveloped him. Each layer radiated a world-shaking killing intent that blasted the surrounding magma away.
Sword Qi pierced the sky. A Buddha glared with fury.
Dao Text shimmered like an immortal. Shadows writhed like phantoms.
Arrays billowed like mist. Red eyes flickered like illusions.
…
When these terrifying, eerie auras layered to their peak, Shen Bai attacked.
A sword strike sundered the air. A Buddha held up the heavens.
Dean Hou stared at the hundred-foot-tall Buddha Dharma Aspect and the Blood Red Sword Qi that blotted out the sky, the veins on his forehead pulsing violently.
