The powerful stranger who strode upon the river had short, silver-gray hair and a pair of deep blue eyes.
His face was ordinary, his skin a gray hue, adorned with black surgical sutures scattered across it. Cheeks, neck, and even the arms and palms bore stitches, some long, others short.
He wore a grayish-white mage robe with two long sleeves that flared widely at the cuffs, billowing woosh-woosh as he walked steadily forward.
A Holy Domain Level presence radiated all around, no longer concealed.
Cang Xu was shocked. He had been soaked in some waters of the Nether River, falling into a crisis of death once more. And yet, the other had actually stepped onto the river's surface.
"Holy Domain Level Undead Mage!"
"It is said that Holy Domain Level powerhouses can comprehend laws and form their personal domains, capable of resisting adverse external influences."
"Who exactly is he?"
The next moment Cang Xu's question was answered by the Little Prince's cry.
