Immortal Miaomiao stood in mid-air, his dark purple robe snapping in the wind as an aura of suffocating death enveloped him. He stared at Jiang Chen, a flash of disdain crossing the depths of his dark green pupils.
"A mere ant, yet you dare look me in the eye?" His voice was like ten-thousand-year-old ice, every single word seemingly capable of freezing a person's very soul.
He slowly raised his hand, a ball of pitch-black energy condensing in his palm. The energy distorted, as if even light was being swallowed into it. The surrounding space began to collapse, emitting an unbearable, groaning cry.
Chapter 499