Orloff’s Invitation

Within the void, the white-robed Chief Sovereign of Fate continued to stand there calmly.

“Whoosh!” “Whoosh!”

Around the torso, the legs, and the shoulders of the Chief Sovereign of Fate, a hazy light swirled and constricted. It seemed like water that was boiling and bubbling around him. The hazy aura of light frothed atop the Chief Sovereign of Fate, but the Chief Sovereign of Fate’s gaze was locked upon the spear that was stabbing towards him.

The black spear came piercing over.

In this moment, the Chief Sovereign of Fate’s gaze suddenly grew sharp.

“Whoosh…” His right hand suddenly swept out, seemingly sweeping the heavens before him. Even the locked space around him began to tremble.

“Whap!”

The right hand of the Chief Sovereign of Fate actually trapped the long black spear’s spearhead.

The Chief Sovereign of Destruction was awestruck at this. And then, he let out a resigned sigh. “I still lose.”