The crimson door hesitated, as though it had solidified.
Although, as a high-level existence, it might not comprehend the insult implied by a human spitting water.
But high-level existences don't care about these things at all.
They can instinctively distinguish malevolent intent just by sensing emotions, rituals, and even information that emanates automatically from the Void.
And Aaron's gesture signified that his malice was now undisguised.
As expected... this sacrifice ceremony had failed.
It hadn't just failed, it had thoroughly enraged the Bird of Hermes!
This insignificant being had utterly defiled its bloodline!
Bang!
The crimson door burst open, and myriad bird-shaped shadows sprang forth, with black feathers descending like a rain of black blood.
"Wind Peng Guardian!"
A defensive barrier similarly emerged around Aaron's body, but it couldn't support for long under such tremendous backlash.
Furthermore...
