In the gray world, other than the silver yang Tianhao and a few small silver flags, nothing else could be seen.
The silver Whirlpool behind yang Tianhao slowly formed a huge human-shaped shadow. Its facial features could not be seen, but there was a seven-foot horn on its head.
The shadow slowly opened its mouth and let out a strange sound, as if it was sighing.
Soon after, he formed a few incantation seals with his pale silver hands. His movements were extremely slow, and each time he made a seal, the world would tremble. The small silver flags bloomed with a scorching light, and the entire world was filled with silver light.
"What is that thing?" A warrior in the distance was shocked. Looking at the huge human-shaped shadow, he felt extremely depressed.
