"Tsk, tsk, this Death Gate... Quite interesting indeed!"
With his hands clasped behind his back, Ye Yun kept his eyelids lowered and listened intently to the special energy in the void, uttering sounds of admiration.
Once the Death Gate opened, the unending stream of vital essence was now infused with a powerful Mental Attack, heavy with the aura of death.
As long as the Seventh War God made a move, Ye Yun, as his opponent, would face a twofold attack on both his physical body and his spirit.
Those with weak spiritual power would find it difficult to withstand this kind of Mental Attack from the Death Gate.
With a sidelong glance, Ye Yun noticed the terrified expressions of the few people in the valley below and let out a faint chuckle.
Within the depths of his pupils, runes like tiny stars blinked and disappeared.
