The Single-Horned Poison Python coiled around the altar suddenly raised its massive triangular head, its crimson forked tongue flickering rapidly, producing a "hiss-hiss" sound of vigilance.
Above the City Lord Mansion at the center, the Golden Horn Demon Antelope, who had been observing coldly, abruptly lifted its head. Its icy pale golden vertical pupils instantly narrowed to needle-like slits, locking onto the figure suddenly appearing above the protective barrier, without light yet radiating infinite oppression.
There were no intense ripples of space travel, nor was there an astonishing prelude of energy explosion; it was as if this person had materialized directly from the endless void before them.
A soundless chill crawled for the first time onto the heart of the Golden Horn Demon Antelope, cold and hard like rock.
