This voice spread out, instantly stupefying everyone present.
The Monkey was the most familiar with it. At this moment, his body was trembling, and his eyes shifted from shock to joy.
Because this voice was the most familiar to him—wasn't it Tang Zhong's voice?
And those from the Nether, at this moment, their faces began to show panic. The Nether were the sworn enemies of Zhan Long, so they knew every voice of every person in Zhan Long very clearly; and there was one person they knew all too well.
Now, the voice they heard was exactly like that person's.
Could it be...?
The bodies of those from Nether trembled as they slowly turned around.
Then they saw, in their line of sight, a black figure slowly walking toward them.
The mist made him seem ethereal, but it exerted an immense, invisible pressure.
And then, as his features became clearer.
The faces of those from the Nether turned even more ashen.
Was it him?
It was him!
