Due to the wrapping effect from the Huang Yi, Pope was not harmed in the terrifying black flame explosion.
Carefully feeling the material of the Huang Yi attached to the body,
it contained the capacity to harbor endless souls, and also had a tightness akin to ancient wrinkled leather,
its soundproof effect could isolate all unconventional substances from the outside.
It could even isolate the concept of matter itself.
At the same time.
Pope widened his eyes, staring at the "Yellow Robe King" beside him.
Something felt different.
This upper-rank being clad in a yellow robe,
did not have the laid-back, kind, and ethereal characteristics of the one on the plant planet,
nor did it have the strict, dangerous, and discomforting feeling of the current curator of the library.
Both familiar yet immensely unfamiliar, yet exceedingly powerful.
The seemingly twisted pit of flesh beneath the hood actually resembled a realm of spirits, with lakes, mountains, high rises, and castles.
