The skin in this area previously reflected a dark, red gloss akin to scales or armor, extraordinarily wondrous.
At this moment, seemingly drawn by external forces, they shed their dark tones, erupting in an even more brilliant red glow, instantly as crimson as fresh blood.
Soon, the wind gently blew, the cold piercing to the bone marrow.
Ye Hanjun clenched his fists tightly, with the Netherworld manifesting behind him.
Amidst rolling black mist, Demon Soldiers and Generals roared furiously.
Accompanied by rolling grey clouds, another Ancient Stone Gate appeared, as if transcending time, weaving through the river of eras, standing there towering and unyielding, as majestic as a mountain.
Compared to that, the "Sea of Healing" originating from Ye Yin appeared like a fragile ship in a storm, squeezed between two great phenomena, wobbling and possibly capsizing at any moment.
"My true name, Ye Tianzi!"
