"Who are you?"
Wen Xian frowned. The opponent's aura was dark and sinister, exuding a palpable sense of danger.
He was already in the Unity Realm of cultivation.
His mana, divine skills, immortal laws, and divine soul had long been unified, reaching a level that feared neither ghosts nor gods.
Yet, when confronted with this unknown existence,
his heart was seized with a sudden wave of unease.
"An Immortal Sect cultivator dares step here without even knowing who I am."
"How foolish."
Before the words finished leaving his mouth,
the mysterious black-robed figure let out a furious roar. A thick, swirling black mist surged out from the cuffs of his sleeves, condensing into a towering, pitch-black giant axe. With a single swing, the heavenly vault cracked open, and an oppressive wave of boundless black light bore down.
