"Damn Human Race brat, this Commander wants you dead!"
In the sky above the Central Courtyard, the colossal blood-colored shark spanning the firmament had a pair of immense, scarlet eyes, locked firmly in Qin Yang's direction.
A dense, boundless bloody killing intent condensed into substance and shot straight into Qin Yang's Sea of Consciousness. In that instant, a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood appeared before his eyes.
"It actually carries a certain level of Spiritual Attack?"
Qin Yang let out a cold snort.
If it were an ordinary person with an unsteady mind, they would already be unable to withstand this incomparably dense bloody intent, their consciousness long since muddled.
However, Qin Yang had also walked out from piles of corpse-mountains and blood-seas; how could his consciousness be shaken by this bloody intent?
Right then, deep between Qin Yang's brows—
