His words shook the air as a domain formed around the two of them. An oppressive chill filled the air as the blood vapors soared into the air, coiling like dragons with no eyes. From within the swirling crimson mist, skulls of blood began to form—twisted, screaming—their mouths open in eternal agony, hollow sockets glowing faintly red.
Each skull rose slowly, then faded into smoke as if returning to the void, only for a dozen more to rise in its place.
"T-Those are..." Meng Shui, who finally noticed the progress of their battle, murmured with eyes wide open, "To think he would have resorted to opening his domain against a junior."
Unlike the domain realm Noah had just come out of, this domain was different. These domains are merely a representation of the cultivator's comprehension of a Dao, or concept of a law, in a controlled space.
They pour everything they have comprehended into the set—a domain—within which they gain overwhelming advantages.
