Sloan's face grew grim, sensing from Ye Yinzhu a power that set his own nerves on edge. The formidable protection of armor, an indestructible longsword, large wings, plus the super divine artifact he held. All these fused together to give Sloan a sense of divinity emanating from Ye Yinzhu. Yes, the aura of a god.
Even though it wasn't a real god, wasn't the Demon God he summoned the same?
With the zither in his left hand and the sword in his right, Ye Yinzhu slowly stretched his arms. At that moment, his eyes finally opened, his black pupils shining like icy black crystals. The tear stains were gone, replaced by a boundless sorrow that transformed into a surging combat intent.
The air emitted a sound like that of shattering crystals, the Demonic God's pressure could no longer restrain the Four Sacred Beasts fused Ye Yinzhu. A milky white flame fiercely sparked, his figure like a flash of lightning, accompanied by the humming of his zither, instantly charged towards Sloan.
Clang--