Billowing demonic clouds covered the entire sky above Cloud Mirror Square.
Suddenly,
The demonic clouds shrank toward the center and, in the blink of an eye, sank into the tall middle-aged man revealed within them.
This person was a black-haired middle-aged man wearing a black brocade robe, the robe's hem embroidered with dark-gold demonic patterns. His ink-black hair was not tied up and casually draped over his shoulders.
His face was handsome, yet carried a bit of sinister gloom. His eyes were like deep pools. Just looking at them made one's spine turn cold.
He hovered dozens of zhang above the square. Not the slightest demonic qi showed around him, yet a pressure far surpassing ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators suddenly spread out, enveloping the entire Cloud Mirror Square like an invisible giant hand.
