Unending Luck

The black robe man didn't hesitate, blasting straight towards the ground in a black beam of light. His feet made zero noise touching the ground, showcasing his supreme sense of control.

He landed merely several feet away from Tata. Like a demon of death, the black robe man swept his gaze through each and everyone one of them. 

Clear as days, he could see the horror contorting each of their faces.

However, the black robe man cared little. His tasks were of the utmost importance. And sometimes, improvisation is necessary when things turn impossibly unpredictable. 

All Tan and his team could do were watch as the black robe man slowly raised his hand, pointing it to Sun Ahi, Lan Kun, and Yao Yang. 

The slowness of everything was excruciating. The mental torture of facing death in the face and yet it just not coming was mentally collapsing.