Cain did not allow himself the luxury of complacency. Barely a moment passed before Leviathan emerged behind him, a towering, demonic winged snake whose shadow stretched across the entire gathering of thirteen thousand cultivators. The massive form of Leviathan loomed over them, blocking the sunlight and casting an ominous gloom that pressed on their very souls. No matter how many times these men and women had seen it, the Alter-Ego of the Scarlet King remained a thing of unparalleled terror and awe.
Its power felt limitless, as though it could consume the heavens themselves. But Cain was not finished. What these loyal cultivators were about to witness would push their understanding of strength and dominance to entirely new levels.
