A halo of Law swirled, but it couldn't hide the frozen air and silent, murderous intent of this place.
The Human Race contingent stopped at the edge of the River of Light. The Celestial Martial King stood with his hands clasped behind him, his presence as deep as a chasm and as steady as a mountain.
An invisible pressure, as real as a physical object, spread out, causing the hearts of the several peak Great Demon Kings on the other side to grow heavy.
On the Profound Turtle Old Demon King's wrinkled face, apprehension was most apparent. He kept his eyelids slightly lowered, as if resting with his eyes closed.
In reality, his entire body's Demon Power was retracted inward. The runes on his tortoise shell flickered in and out of sight, a sign that he was on high alert.
A Demon King shaped like a giant lizard and covered in dark gold scales fixed its cold, vertical pupils on the Celestial Martial King. Its thick tail swung unconsciously, stirring the thin mist of light around it.
