Facing the black-robed man standing silently in mid-air, fear flickered in Huang Tianjing's eyes. He seemed like a child who made a mistake, hurriedly setting Sun Zhe down and bowing in respect to the black-robed man.
The air suddenly became still.
Yao Yuelong lay on the ground, struggling to open his eyes. Upon seeing the black-robed man, his beautiful eyes trembled involuntarily.
"Why is it him?"
In the midst of silence.
The black-robed man's aura surged, and the black-and-white wings behind him burst into countless stars that disappeared, then he slowly landed, stepping in front of Huang Tianjing.
"S-Senior, I've seen you before!"
Huang Tianjing was drenched in cold sweat, not daring to look directly at the black-robed man.
That deep and vast aura, even though he was already a demon, he could still feel the suffocating pressure.
