But within the crack, there was a silhouette!
A black cloak billowed in the wind, riding a White Bone Warhorse, stepping upon a Blood Moon!
Holding a black long spear exuding the might of world destruction.
Looking down upon Jiang Fan from above.
Jiang Fan slashed at the sky curtain, the apocalyptic Thunder Tribulation swept past his body towards either side.
He too saw the anomaly in the sky!
It was not a real entity, but a projection reflecting from an unknown place!
He also saw, behind the White Bone Warhorse, a string of bloody heads being dragged.
Some were of the Human Clan, some of the Demon Race, and many more were of races Jiang Fan couldn't name.
All looked so young.
Each one preserved the pain or unwillingness from before dying.
All had a pale yellow, ancient Token in their mouth!
It was the Ancient Token!
This person was chasing the holders of the Ancient Token across realms!
