Ye Xuan found himself engulfed in a sea of black flames. A blurry, dark figure flickered within the inferno, letting out a maniacal laugh.
"Who in the world are you?" Ye Xuan demanded, his eyes bloodshot with rage and shock.
"Who I am isn't important. What's important is that you, the great Carefree Soul Emperor, the number one genius of the Celestial Profound Continent in a thousand years, are about to die. What a pity. If you have to blame someone, blame yourself for ruining my plans."
The black figure let out a sinister laugh. The aura in its gaze gave Ye Xuan an incredibly familiar, yet distinctly strange feeling.
'Who on earth is this person? I must know him. Who could have set such a massive trap just to kill me?'
