Xu Nian gazed at the shadowy figure that suddenly appeared, his eyes betraying a deep sense of caution.
The person was clad in a Black Robe, his entire body shrouded by it.
Beneath the Black Robe was pitch darkness, and nothing could be seen clearly.
From the moment this Black Robed Man appeared,
the temperature in the great hall had plummeted sharply.
A layer of frost formed on the surrounding ground and stone pillars.
Moreover, this was not the result of normal cold, but rather of a powerful Evil Power.
So within this intense coldness, there was also a strong corrosive presence.
"Who are you?" Xu Nian asked the Black Robed Man warily.
He could feel that the body of the man before him was not solid, but like that of Emperor Ye Tian—
formed by a powerful Soul Condensing Power into an illusory image.
Emperor Ye Tian also coldly stared at the Black Robed Man, with an unfriendly gaze.