This pupil harbored no trace of emotion.
Its gaze was cold, striking fear into the hearts.
Merely by looking down, it could trigger storms and dust clouds, making the earth quiver.
"I will remember you!"
From behind the illusory gate, a cold and dispassionate voice sounded.
As time passed, the illusory gate gradually dissipated, and Ye Feng saw bloodshot veins crawl across that vertical pupil, as if it were angry, wishing it could cross realms to come kill him and suppress him.
"This individual must be a top Divine Origin Realm cultivator, at least on par with the Grey Vine Demon, perhaps even stronger, with half a foot stepped into the Void Break Realm."
Ye Feng's expression turned solemn.
This level of powerhouse was not someone he could contend with for the time being.
He must recruit tens of thousands more disciples, or perhaps dozens of Demon King and Demon Emperor level spiritual beasts, or visit several large ancient battlefields to absorb enough Heroic Spirit Power.
