It was quite extraordinary.
As the probing gaze activated, the pupils of the two Qingmo Envoys constricted, their bodies trembled, and cold sweat instantly poured down their foreheads.
What did they see?
The Scarecrow seemed to be situated in a boundless world of blood.
At his feet, gods and demons lay dead, the firmament was shattered, and bones littered the ground.
And he appeared to be the lord of eternal night, the source of death.
A light of immortality emanated from his body.
It was as if the heavens and earth could be buried, yet he would remain undestroyed; the sun and moon could collapse, yet he would endure through the ages!
"Hiss..."
Chapter 97