Volume 4: Super-Tier Awakening & The Ancient Capital Calamity
A crimson-black slash stretching for thousands of feet plummeted from the heavens, resembling a grotesque scar tearing open the gloomy sky of the forbidden burial ground. Space itself seemed to freeze under the suffocating pressure. The ground below instantly ruptured into a deep, jagged chasm, kicking up turbulent dust and howling death auras. Amidst the swirling haze and ghosts wailing in despair, the towering, blood-stained armored form of the Corpse Monarch emerged like a demonic god from the abyss, its lifeless eyes flashing with the primal light of hatred and slaughter.
Faced with a slash carrying mountain-splitting might capable of leveling a small hill, Lin Feng did not retreat half a step, nor did he execute any dodging footwork.
His spine remained as straight as a pine tree standing firm against a violent storm. His gaze indifferently watched the colossal blade descending toward his crown, reflecting a blood-red, killing glow. Within those unfathomable black eyes, not a single ripple of fear existed—only the chilling tranquility of someone standing at the pinnacle who viewed all creation as mere grass.
He gently raised his right hand, his slender fingers flicking lightly through the void.
Boom!