At the edge of the Dark Land, the Chaos Emperor suddenly lifted his gaze toward the depths of the void. The chaotic mists that had long lain dormant were now churning violently, like a pool of ink stirred by an invisible, gargantuan hand.
His silver-white hair suddenly crystallized, each strand reflecting images of distant star systems. Twelve terrifying auras, capable of crushing galaxies, were tearing through space, racing toward him.
"They have come quickly, indeed..."
Chapter 422