With so many Chaos Demon Gods gathered in one place, the spectacle was earth-shattering, threatening to turn the entire Chaos World upside down. The roars of the various Demon Gods rolled like deafening thunder across the cosmos, their auras intertwining and violently colliding like countless churning, raging waves. All of this immersed the entire Chaos World in an atmosphere that was both breathtakingly tense and passionately exhilarating.
Just at this moment, Lin Feng had happened to complete his long period of seclusion. During those seemingly endless years of retreat, he had encountered countless hardships and obstacles, as if blindly groping his way through the dark. Yet, relying on an iron-willed resilience and extraordinary wisdom far beyond ordinary people, he had carved out a bloody path, successfully refining a massive amount of the Chaos Demon Gods' origins along with their precious Natal Spirit Treasures.
At this moment, an aura slowly circulated around his body, gently enshrouding him in a mysterious halo that made him appear otherworldly, like an immortal descended from the heavens. That aura seemed to originate from the deepest recesses of chaos, as ancient as the vicissitudes of time and as profound as the endless starry sky, making it utterly impossible for anyone to fathom its mysteries.
Chapter 62