But he firmly grasped the blood-colored Array Plate in his hand, looking up at the black hole, his eyes filled with both shock and resolve.
If not for this Supreme Treasure protecting him, that claw just now would have obliterated his body and soul!
"Oh?"
From within the black hole came a low, surprised demonic voice, as if from the abyss of the Nine Nether, carrying endless coldness and malevolence.
Space mildly distorted, and a figure stepped out from that black hole.
His height was no different from ordinary people, yet he gave the illusion of towering over the heavens, filling the entire universe. He wore a robe seemingly woven by the night itself, its hem fluttering without wind, adorned with glimmers of starlight that, upon closer inspection, were actually countless tiny, struggling, howling souls!
