On the battlefield.
Xiao Yi leapt into the air, his eyes sweeping forward like knife blades, the Heavenly Eye between his brows emitting a substantial golden glow. Everywhere his gaze landed was filled with chaotic demon shadows, numbering in the tens of thousands.
Among them, ten Mysterious Rank Demon Shadows had been drawn from the eighth layer.
Unlike the Yellow Rank Demon Shadows that could only affect others through their primordial spirit and consciousness, the methods and abilities of the Mysterious Rank Demon Shadows were far richer and more powerful.
These ten Mysterious Rank Demon Shadows all transformed into people Xiao Yi had either cherished or hated the most in his life.
There was Xiao Tianjiao, full of venomous resentment, eager to take his life.
There was Fang Qingzhu, with a cold face, striking with deadly precision to kill him in one hit.
And even Little Lin, transformed into the form of a demonic beast, came clawing and gnashing its teeth...
