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In the Netherworld's Tong Mansion, amidst the void, a gaunt figure slowly came into existence.
His robe was a deep, dark hue, embroidered with complex and arcane inscriptions that made onlookers feel dizzy and overwhelmed, as if their souls were being captured by the garment itself.
When the man in the black robe appeared, everyone in the Tong Mansion felt an oppressive, deathly pressure.
It was as if, in that moment, the entire world had vanished, leaving only the black-robed figure in the sky, who became the sole existence in the heavens and earth, dazzlingly brilliant.
With a mere fluctuation of his aura, everyone felt a heaven-shattering Qi, a terrifying force that seemed to emerge from the depths of their souls, causing even Xiao Bai to shudder.
Yet, though the aura was fearsome, Xiao Bai still held its head high and roared defiantly at the sky; injured, yes, but not in the least inferior.
For the figure in the sky was none other than a Ghost Immortal!
