This was a small silver world, only a hundred zhang in size, a sealed-off Divine Thought Space.
Pang Bo stood in the center, his upper body bare. His bronzed skin rippled with a sense of power. This was the manifestation of his divine sense, almost indistinguishable from his true self. The Black Emperor was similar; its divine sense had formed into a large dog, as robust as a bull, even its bobbed tail identical to its real one. Only Ye Fan was a sphere of light, resembling a golden sun; his mastery of divine sense was far inferior to these two old demons.
"Damn it, kid, you've dragged me into a terrible mess!" The big black dog bared its teeth. "This is clearly a ruthless character. Before he lost his physical body, he was likely a titan among the demon clan."
Don't tell me his divine sense now rivals that of the major Sacred Lords. Ye Fan, too, felt a pit in his stomach.
