'The Blood Demon Race... this aura... It's the Demon that possessed Blood God True Monarch's body!'
The bloody light surged, so thick it was almost tangible. A choking stench of blood, accompanied by pressure as vast as an abyss or an ocean, made Bai Zichen feel as if he were submerged in a boundless Blood Sea.
He had fought a life-and-death battle with Blood God True Monarch, so the man's Divine Techniques and abilities were seared into his memory.
Before him, the tide of bloody light had expanded from a single drop the size of a grain of rice, hidden within the Gang Wind, to a blood-colored expanse a hundred li wide in less than three breaths.
The pressure from that truly bizarre, featureless face was even greater than that of the former Blood God True Monarch.
It was somewhat similar to Du Heng's True Demon Avatar—that pure, undisguised, and overwhelming demonic intent.
