As the surrounding soul energy converged toward the behemoth, its massive body grew even more dense, exuding an aura of indestructible terror.
Before this behemoth stood several dark silhouettes radiating terrifying soul energy.
These figures were entirely composed of powerful soul bodies—prodigies whom the various planes took great pride in, their strength and destiny unparalleled.
Yet, before the behemoth, these soul bodies were as fragile as dough, easily molded at its will.
Those dark figures, imbued with vast destiny, all stared at the behemoth with reverence. Some even trembled in terror, dropping to their knees and clutching their heads, overwhelmed by fear.
"So-called geniuses!"
"So-called children of destiny! In my eyes, they are nothing but trash!"
A voice as cold as the wind of death echoed from the behemoth's mouth, shaking heaven and earth.
