Zhou Yan spoke indifferently.
The young man in the black robe merely snorted coldly, a contemptuous sneer on his face.
Zhou Yan's gaze flickered, and a faintly manifested auras of evil spirit emanated from his soul. Although this was an extremely faint will of evil spirit, as soon as this strand of will entered the young man in the black robe between his brows, his gaze suddenly froze. His eyes soon revealed extreme pain and fear, signaling that his will was nearly collapsing.
However, it was only a moment before all his defiance disappeared, and he almost immediately fell to his knees before Zhou Yan.
But at this moment, Zhou Yan retracted that faint trace of evil spirit aura.
Subsequently, the young man in the black robe regained his clarity at once.
Instantly, his face turned extremely pale, as if all his pride had been shattered in an instant, plunging him into an endless abyss, beyond redemption.
