C580 All of Them Were Going to Die!

As the voice faded, a figure emerged from the crowd, clad in a black robe with white hair, his face serene yet etched with a trace of world-weariness, as if his eyes held an endless trove of tales.

He stood in the void, exuding the presence of a divine monarch stepping out from a celestial temple, naturally becoming the focal point of all around him