Not far in the distance, a figure dressed in a black robe stood proudly in the void.
His eyes emitted a thick black spiritual energy, absorbing all light that came into contact with them, as if they were not eyes but two black holes capable of devouring everything.
"Transcendent level!"
Alfarld exclaimed in shock, immediately crouching down into a battle-ready stance.
It realized it had fallen into a trap.
Because it wasn't just the blue planet it had been searching for that appeared before it; besides the black-robed figure, there were also seven or eight other figures exuding a vast aura, each one standing like pillars of creation in the universe, putting invisible pressure on it.
The fact that Alfarld felt pressured could only mean one thing: all these figures had reached the transcendent level or higher.
"Eight transcendent level beings! How is this possible!?"
Alfarld exclaimed in disbelief.
It couldn't imagine why the other side possessed such immense strength.
