As Wu Qisha's words trailed off, the Hell Evil God appeared to slowly open its eyes.
In those eyes, darker than the night by a hundredfold, endless brutality and evil surged.
The very air seemed to grow colder and more ominous because of the Evil God's gaze, as if hell had manifested itself in this world.
Even a few cultivators who were relatively closer and touched by a wisp of the black aura saw their cultivation levels plummet rapidly. After uttering a scream of utmost terror, they turned into pus and blood and died.
This eerie and horrifying sight made all the cultivators gasp in cold air, scrambling to retreat backward.
Even the likes of Lian Yunzhi from the Longevity Realm retreated far away with a solemn expression on their faces.
Only Xue An stood still, quietly observing the Evil God with a smile that was not quite a smile on his face, seemingly lost in thought.
