Stepping forward, Ji Dong had already reached the round table. The table was equally large, and Ji Dong lightly pressed both hands upon it.
A bizarre scene occurred, or rather, a scene incomprehensible to the others in the room unfolded. The solid wood table they had been eating and drinking at just moments ago turned black in an instant, along with everything on it, and then, in the next moment, they all quietly vanished. Yes, just disappeared into thin air, leaving only fine ashes to slowly drift downward. The whole process occurred without making any sound.
The people in the room were dumbstruck. What kind of power was this? The utmost Yin and the softest. That momentary erosion managed to achieve such a return to simplicity. What was even more frightening was that Ji Dong had not yet released his Yin Yang Crown; in such a situation, surely everyone would feel fear in their hearts. Ji Dong's white hair seemed especially eerie to them.
