Ling Tianyu had changed. His pupils had turned blood-red, and the greedy smile on the corner of his mouth was becoming more and more sinister, making anyone who saw it feel an involuntary chill.
Ling Tianyu's tongue kept licking his lips, and even the blood-red color in his pupils grew darker, becoming a deep crimson.
"Alright then." Ling Tianyu saw the old fellow speak like this, showing his abilities, and decided to oblige, meeting any challenge.
So saying would mean losing face, wouldn't it?
After all, how could a person who was of the same level as his master, in terms of strength, power, and bloodline, be anything but superior?
The glow emanating from Ling Tianyu's body became increasingly bright, seemingly illuminating the endless darkness around him.
The scene below appeared clearly.
Soldiers clad in armor and various levels of powerful beings were scattered everywhere across ruins and remains, along with formidable demon beasts, all petrified.
"Light!"
