A burly man wreathed in lightning slowly entered the grand hall, his towering figure seeming to block out the sun itself.
He seemed to have emerged from annihilation itself. The moment he appeared, a terrifying presence descended upon the hall, creating a suffocating pressure. Even Song Changsheng felt a tightness in his chest.
As the man stepped into the hall, sunlight streamed in from behind, finally allowing Song Changsheng to see him clearly.
He had a square, serious-looking face and swarthy skin. His eyes were like lightning, with arcs of electricity surging within them.
He stood at least two meters tall, with a burly frame. His jet-black hair hung loosely, with azure arcs of lightning crackling over it, a mesmerizing yet unsettling sight. The muscles beneath his black bearskin coat bulged, making him look like a great black bear standing upright.
'Very strong.'
That was the first thought that flashed through Song Changsheng's mind.
