At the center of his forehead.
An ancient and mysterious mark, composed of countless law runes, gradually emerged.
He looked at the silver-masked Demonic Cultivator and slowly raised his right hand.
Then, gently, pointed forward.
There was no earth-shattering power.
Nor was there any world-destroying energy.
It was just such an ordinary point.
Yet, it was this one point.
That made the silver-masked Demonic Cultivator feel like his heart stopped beating.
He felt the space around him, time, everything, was frozen.
He wanted to move, but found that his body wouldn't respond.
He tried to shout, but found his throat couldn't produce any sound.
He could only watch helplessly as the finger magnified in his pupils.
A fear named "death," icy and bone-chilling, instantly overwhelmed his entire consciousness.
"No..."
Time seemed to stretch infinitely in this moment.
Countless thoughts flashed through the silver-masked Demonic Cultivator's mind.
He couldn't comprehend it.
