An indescribable aura appeared beside the Chief Envoy without any warning.
This aura was vast as the sea and deep as a mountain.
It did not deliberately reveal pressure, yet the tumultuous blood within the Chief Envoy instantly calmed, and the depleted True Yuan seemed nourished by sweet spring water, even the soul felt a strange tranquility.
The official puppet raised its blood-red eyes, the massive body hesitated slightly, as if it sensed an unprecedented threat.
It abandoned chasing the Chief Envoy, the heavy head slowly turned, giving up pursuit of the Chief Envoy with unstable aura, its gaze fixed within his shadow.
The shadow seemed to have substance, silently twisting, a figure "flowed" out from it.
Dust dispersed slightly, a figure in a black robe stood quietly.
His appearance was soundless and silent.
"Supreme!"
The Chief Envoy's voice carried the tremor of survival after disaster, instinctively preparing to bow.
