Merely a light touch of their gazes, and the kind of silent observation that had seen the sky crumble and rivers run with blood, imparted a trace of chill upon the Witch's body.
And his golden hair miraculously transformed into a dark golden hue, coiling like demonic horns, eventually forming a massive crown that sat atop his head, exuding dignity without anger, a natural power that overwhelmed and startled the heart.
"SS Rank... Ten Hall Yama..."
Ye Hanjun murmured softly, his prior confusion easily dispelled.
His senses hadn't deceived him, the sense of swelling deep within his flesh indeed stemmed from the fullness of experience points.
But why, having just ascended to the Seventh Rank, did the experience points from his dual authority leave him merely a hair's breadth away from the 8th Rank?
Ye Hanjun's gaze—passed through time, recalling the past.
That day, when the heavenly tribulation bore down, he faced death and obliteration of his path.
