“This... what kind of power is this!” The young man in the purple robe let out a terrified scream.
The phantom wheel that appeared behind the young man in black filled him with a deep sense of dread.
That mysterious and unfathomable power left the purple-robed youth devoid of any fighting spirit; at this moment, he only wanted to flee.
“All things in the world cannot escape the suffering of reincarnation; become my sustenance,” the young man in black said coldly.
The purple-robed youth suddenly came to his senses and exclaimed, “I understand now! Are you not someone from another continent, a person with great fortune?”
In the mind of the purple-robed youth, only someone of equal status as a child of fortune could suppress him like this.
“Yes and no,” the young man in black smiled.
He seemed to take pleasure in watching the purple-robed youth struggle in fear before him, so he patiently explained.