Their existence imbued the chilling forest with a terrifying murderous intent, and the mansion behind seemed to come to life, the oppressive atmosphere imprisoning the spirits, with suffocating terror lingering in the mind, inescapable and incessant, more despairing than shadows.
"Demon General... such an ancient phenomenon, quite interesting," he said.
Ye Tianzi, full of interest, circled around Ye Hanjun with satisfaction,
"Not bad at all, the Ancestral Blood of Asura has been completely absorbed, and the ritual is perfectly completed."
"Kid, you are now the Young Emperor, how do you feel?"
"..."
Ye Hanjun was expressionless, unable to respond.
Indeed, his consciousness had awakened, but his body felt as if it were not his own, a faint sense of alienation that he could never erase.
"You'll get used to it."
Ye Tianzi couldn't stop smiling, "In the eyes of an S-rank, A-rank is nothing."
"You've struggled for ten years, finally achieving fruition."
