That blood-colored, condensed figure cast a wary glance at Xuanchen on the shore, unable to figure out what manner of sacred being this person truly was.
Clearly devoid of any cultivation, he exuded an unprecedented sense of oppression. Born with extremely acute senses, his race had never been wrong about such things.
Even at his undivided peak before his fall, he had never laid eyes upon such an existence.
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