Hu Qi stood quietly on the spot, motionless. His figure practically blended into the surroundings, his breathing so faint it was nearly inaudible.
He had suppressed his aura to the absolute limit. He even covered his body with a cicada-wing-thin layer of his Giant Dragon Domain, forming an invisible barrier.
He was so cautious because of the thing that had appeared in the distance.
His gaze fell upon a colossal creature moving slowly in the distance.
Amidst the distorted light, a black shadow as tall as a three-story building abruptly emerged, advancing with heavy strides.
The black shadow was wreathed in a deathly aura, thick and viscous as ink. Every movement left a trail of black afterimages in its wake.
Most terrifying of all was the enormous black scythe in its hand. The blade glinted with a faint, cold blue light, and every swing produced a sharp, air-rending whistle.
