C664 The Sacred Flame Emperor Fist!

Who was it? Who had made the move?

The Phantom Patriarch looked up in alarm, his gaze landing on an ethereal figure. The figure before him was a white-haired youth with eyes that radiated authority and a solemn, commanding presence.

"Another soul? No, that's not it. This... This is pure thought!"

Such a powerful thought had effortlessly overpowered his domain