Minor Heavens

"You?!" Pseudo-God Kirri's hand was darkening at a visible rate, Yan Zaizen's hand upon his wrist was like the grip of the god of death. He felt the deathly aura infuse within his already withered and decrepit body. While he seemed to have no eyes, his sockets contorted to display his shock and surprise.

To him, Yan Zaizen was but an ant awaiting his boot. However, the aura he exuded wasn't particularly powerful, but very profound. He had never witnessed such pure, untamed source of death aura before. 

That being said, while he was shocked, who was he? A Pseudo-God revered by all, feared by all, and even the very heavens can only look up to him. 

ROAR!

He viciously roared. An explosive force that caused the already shattered dimensional space to tremble further was unleashed, ruthlessly pressing towards Yan Zaizen.