The cultivator opposite Yang Yan was completely shrouded in a black robe, and even with his abilities, he couldn't see the other's true face.
However, one thing was certain—the mysterious guy emitted a dense demonic Qi.
Moreover, Yang Yan felt a vague sense of familiarity from him, yet it was ambiguous.
He quickly searched his memory but couldn't recall anything.
A cold laugh came from the cultivator's mouth: "Why, doesn't our Alliance Leader Yang Yan remember me? Well, I am just a nameless underling in your eyes, not worthy of your concern."
Yang Yan grew increasingly cautious; it seemed it was indeed someone familiar.
You must know that when he came to the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races, he didn't disclose his name except to Ao Tian, Void-Devouring Tiger, and others. Logically, the other Ten Thousand Races cultivators might know of his presence but wouldn't necessarily recognize him.
