Leaving Daqian Territory, entering the Southern Domain where myriad beings still coexist, he was immediately enveloped by a wild, untamed aura.
This was utterly different from the orderly and stable Human Dao Territory where Li Zhirui had previously resided.
Yet he felt incomparably relaxed and at ease, because he no longer needed to hide his identity, nor would he feel the constant suppression of the Human Daoist Net.
At that moment, a violent wind swept past, carrying an intense scent of blood, rushing straight towards Li Zhirui.
He remained unmoved, for he had just walked out from the battlefield between humans and the Devil Race, having witnessed the mountains of corpses and seas of blood firsthand.
Moreover, this sort of thing was far from unfamiliar to him.
Never mind slaughter between the two great camps—even genocide-level massacres of the living beings of an entire world, Li Zhirui had not only seen, but personally participated.
