The terrifying stone gate was finally pushed open, a shadowy figure slowly stepped out, surging black mist engulfing all around, enveloped in darkness.
After a few steps, it stopped there, like a statue, motionless.
Its true form was blurry, only a vague outline seen through the black mist, bringing a powerful sense of oppression.
All the kings were stunned, an overwhelming pressure instilled fear in everyone, a rarity since ancient times!
Could the Little Stone Emperor be reborn? Everyone's hearts chilled.
Indeed, they felt it, this shadowy figure was too powerful, comparable to the Little Stone Emperor.
Because of its existence, All Heavens and Myriad Realms trembled, everything seen and felt became blurred, as if all heavens were void and only "he" was real!
It was an extremely unpleasant sensation, an intimate brush with death, the distance seemed no more than a finger's breadth, all the kings were daunted, no one dared make the first move.
