Under everyone's gaze, the sky cracked open, and a black-robed, white-haired figure stepped out from the dark fissure, with black wings wavering between reality and illusion behind him.
"Heavenly Demon Palace—"
The deep voice resounded.
"Submission, or destruction?"
The invisible pressure transmitted through the words, weighing on the hearts of all who heard.
In the dark red sky, there was still only the black crack, but for some reason, Snow City Old Monster and others felt as if pitch-black clouds were spreading, bringing a terrifying atmosphere.
The black clouds press down on the city, as if to destroy it.
These intangible black clouds pressed not only on the city but also on people's hearts.
Countless people collapsed under this pressure, powerless, and fell to the ground, having lost all strength to resist.
"This aura..." Snow City Old Monster's face was so gloomy it seemed like water could drip from it.
