This will was filled with ancient nobility, an inviolable pressure, and contained a violent fighting spirit sufficient to shatter stars.
The chaotic fragments of battlefield Dao Rhyme around it, like iron filings attracted by a magnet, frantically converged towards it, merging into its immense body.
"Middle Stage Venerable?!"
Zhan Feng's voice was filled with disbelief and horror.
The intensity of this aura far surpassed the previous Demon Lord, even faintly touching upon the mysteriousness of higher-level laws.
More terrifying was the purity of its power origin, the refinement of its Dao Rhyme, the vastness of its pressure, seemingly containing the core imprint of the slaughter laws of this Ancient Battlefield!
Corpse... no, now it should be called an ancient image. It wasn't in the form of a grotesque demon, though enormous, its skeletal structure vaguely similar to humans could be discerned.
