It was an absolute suppression born of a difference in rank—the "aura" of a King-level expert!
Through the porthole, Li Wen could clearly see the figure floating in the air before him.
A dark silver, snake-patterned mask gleamed with a cold luster in the dim light. The figure simply stood there calmly, yet seemed to be the center of the entire universe.
He raised his hand. A massive claw, formed purely from dark energy, materialized out of thin air. It ignored the distance, its five fingers spread wide, and lunged for the aircraft—or rather, for Li Wen inside—filled with a destructive aura that threatened to annihilate everything.
The shadow of death instantly clenched Li Wen's heart.
Faced with this claw, the speed, strength, and saber techniques he took pride in all seemed so pale and feeble. There was truly no escape.
But just as the giant, dark claw was about to touch the aircraft, something unexpected happened!
