The Dead City was silent, and on the desolate streets, only the tall figure stood alone, seeming to be carved from immortal demon stone, as if it had been there since time immemorial.
Even though he stood still without emitting any energy fluctuations, he carried an oppressive force that shocked the soul.
It was as if he wasn't a person, but an endless, majestic ocean; or a vast and infinite starry universe.
Clearly, it was a person standing there, yet it felt as though the three thousand worlds were truly anchored in the Dead City!
Xiao Chen and Qingqing didn't dare to move. This wasn't out of cowardice, but because the man was too powerful. His mere presence on the street was enough to frighten anyone. It was hard to imagine just how terrifying he truly was.
Even the Little Beast Keke was feeling quite tense, no longer being its usual playful self, instead sitting in Qingqing's arms and staring fixatedly at the man.
