"Thi...this...what is that?"
"I don't know, he's too high up, I can't see his face clearly. I feel an urge to kneel."
"I...I feel the same way."
Everyone raised their heads, eyes full of astonishment, their gaze fixed firmly on the white-clothed figure.
In just a moment.
The previously arrogant Heavenly Spirit God King was frozen on the spot, his entire body rigid, unable to move.
He stared blankly at this figure draped in white, as immaculate as snow, surrounded by an endless aura of chaos, standing tall as the sun and moon.
"Who...who is he?? Why is just a residual thought so terrifying?"
The Heavenly Spirit God King glared, his body trembling uncontrollably, the Spiritual Energy within him freezing.
His full-strength attack had just been shattered by this white-clothed figure's single finger, leaving him no chance to resist.
His eyes, as cold as the coldest glacier in the Nine Netherworld, locked onto the God King without a trace of emotion.
