Pain Wilderness.
Just as the Demon Saint Heir felt a premonition of danger.
It decisively chose to cut off the supernatural link between the blood‑mist eyeball and the middle‑aged white man.
Unfortunately, it was already too late.
The gray‑white fog suddenly dispersed.
The Saint Heir saw a skull wreathed in gray flames, with two dark green points of light flickering in its eye sockets.
By its senses, this skull was not particularly powerful, yet it gave it an indescribably depraved and twisted feeling.
Especially those dark green light points—just letting its gaze brush across them, it had the illusion that its soul was about to ignite.
Ever since it advanced to Venerable, it had not felt anything like this for a very long time.
How could it not know that the skull must be some extremely high‑tier supernatural power.
"Lowly ant, you think you're qualified to look at me?"
A loud voice, dripping with contempt, rang out in the Saint Heir's mind.
The next instant.
