"So this is Changmao's inner world?" Shen Haoran murmured, surveying the pitch-black space around him. 'So cold and negative. It truly lives up to the name of a Fierce Beast.'
ROAR!
Just as Shen Haoran was surveying the space, a world-shaking roar erupted from the depths. At the sound of the roar, the cold, gloomy space began to tremble. The black vortexes spun furiously, as if welcoming their master. A burst of Devouring Power erupted from them, not even sparing the Fire Spirit Black Obsidian on Shen Haoran's body.
Shen Haoran's expression turned grave. An incredibly cold and violent aura emanated from the depths of the space. Under its pressure, he felt like a tiny boat on a storm-tossed sea, in danger of capsizing at any moment.
ROAR!
Another massive roar echoed, much closer this time. Shen Haoran quickly looked up, but his pupils constricted at the sight before him.
