"There's a saying circulating in the organization about him."
"Never look him directly in the eye, let alone try to approach him, for he is like a walking abyss. One extra glance might lead to ruin."
Ye Zhiran's voice fell heavily, full of lingering apprehension.
Everyone's expressions turned grave after hearing this.
Bai Ling widened her eyes, involuntarily swallowing hard.
Pan Wendi, who had been lazily leaning against the back of the chair, also straightened up at this moment.
Lin Chuqiao pursed her lips, furrowing her brows, clearly pondering how to deal with such a formidable foe.
Back at the Haoting Hotel, the opponent had only sent a Consciousness Descent to construct such a grand and real illusion, one that almost instantly shattered everyone's mental defenses.
At the time, apart from Fang Cheng, everyone was almost bewitched by that sacred and eerie power, nearly facing irreversible disaster.
