A cluster of crimson eyes opened from the sky, resembling countless pearls dangling from the clouds, gathered over the black cloud, observing every corner of the hall.
Gazes swept swiftly across everything beneath the sky, like the scythes of the Grim Reaper.
At the moment those crimson gazes passed, He Ao felt as if his soul was sliced by a cold wind carrying ice crystals. His movements suddenly halted, plunging into a brief paralysis.
He had no doubt; if his soul wasn't strong enough, these gazes would take away his soul and life the instant they swept over him.
Like the Grim Reaper wandering beneath the night sky, swinging his scythe, reaping life one by one.
So, this is the Night Steward?
He Ao focused his gaze on those crimson eyes, his eyes slightly narrowing.
At this moment, the rapidly expanding black flesh squirmed, enveloping the Shadowless Sword that didn't have time to fly away, attempting to completely 'seal' the weapon.
Boom—
