In sight, an immensely towering and terrifying figure appeared before him.
Like a Divine Peak, it soared straight into the depths of the Sea Eye and the sky.
Most astonishingly, it hadn't turned into bones but radiated a grand, immortal divine power.
Yet, it was suffused with a peculiar silence, a scent of death.
The death aura was dense, devoid of any vitality.
Were it not for this, no one would believe that this colossal being had already fallen.
Zhang Jian felt uneasy in his heart. He looked around this massive figure, seeing countless bones scattered nearby. On closer inspection, these bones resembled those of Spirit-devouring Fish but were larger, some even towering a hundred zhang high.
The physique of a Spirit-devouring Fish towering a hundred zhang.
At this level, the Spirit-devouring Fish's divine power might not be weaker than an Immortal.
Zhang Jian lifted his gaze to this terrifying Desolate God, a hint of solemness flickering in his eyes, as he pondered.
