Sealed by the kings within the stone gate, Xiao Chen held the stone jar, facing the shadowy figure. A dual pressure of terror enveloped him; it could be said that one foot of his had already stepped into Hell.
The shadowy figure reached out its hand, slowly grasping forward. Clearly visible were the intertwining black lines between its fingers, a rearrangement and realignment of order. Even the Stone Man King would fall if struck by it.
However, Xiao Chen showed no fear, standing motionless. The closer he was to the brink of life and death, the more relaxed he became. Perhaps knowing there was no hope of survival, he no longer cared about anything.
It was futile to dodge unless the Little Stone Emperor were reborn to overpower the shadowy figure! Otherwise, this powerful shadowy figure had no match across the Ten Thousand Realms, and not even the joint effort of the kings could truly kill it.
