In this world dominated by black, a terrifying roar suddenly erupted. Thick, dark purplish-red magma burst forth and shot straight into the sky. Amid the howling black winds and bone-chilling cold, the violent eruption turned the entire world searingly hot.0

The sound of beating wings echoed as a massive yao, its body covered in fleshy tumors yet oddly sleek in form, sped from the distance. In Lin Zheyu's hand was another enormous yao. Its head had been blown apart with a single punch, leaving behind only a headless corpse.0

No, it could not even be called a corpse. The vitality of such yaos was astonishing. Even without a head, it still thrashed about vigorously. Its massive body writhed as streams of life-force energy and demonic qi surged toward where its head...0