The South Nether Emperor Zhan Hen raised his eyes to the sky; it was already deep into the night.
The sky was sparse with cold stars, under the refracted starlight, a solitary and proud figure appeared in the night sky.
The figure looked so immense, it seemed capable of overshadowing the entire sky.
Colder than the wind from high above, more ethereal than clouds.
Marquis Zhongyuan!
On the Ancient Nine Provinces, apart from the former Heavenly Fire Marquis Zhongyuan, who else could make the South Nether Emperor Zhan Hen feel this way?
Clearly with fifty thousand elite soldiers behind him, Zhan Hen still felt his limbs grow cold.
This feeling, Zhan Hen had not experienced it for an unknown duration.
In those past years, only one person had made Zhan Hen feel like this.
After that person's death, Zhan Hen thought he would never feel this way again.
Hong Mingyue also felt the remote yet omnipresent terrifying pressure.
