As the hoarse and gloomy voice fell, a huge explosion burst out, followed by an enormous gray figure emerging from the tunnel.
A baleful aura that seemed to come from hell itself spread all over the place, forcing Xie Ling and Liang Ba to stumble back several steps.
At the same time, the two of them did feel a dreadful pressure enveloping them as it sought to crush both their bodies and souls. This pressure was entirely different from any other kind of pressure that they had encountered in their lives.
Icy, violent rancor, arrogance, and unreal bloodlust… Xie Ling and Liang Ba felt a thick wave of negative emotions envelop every corner of this space.
The gray figure slowly walked out of the tunnel. It was extremely tall, more than four meters, and its body was covered with a grayish mist, making it unable to see its features clearly. The only thing Xie Ling and Liang Ba could see were those ink-black eyes full of bloodthirsty aura.
