Lu Jun Makes a Move! The Power of a Galaxy!

"If not you, then who?"

Underworld Emperor Douluo tilted his head slightly, the ghostly green light beneath his skull mask flickering unsteadily.

There was a trace of puzzlement in his tone, but far more disdain.

Over a hundred Twelfth Realm experts?

In his eyes, they were nothing but prey.

"It was me."

The voice came from behind him, calm and indifferent, as if speaking of some trivial little matter.

Underworld Emperor Douluo's pupils suddenly contracted.

Someone could arrive behind him without a sound, without a trace?

Among his thirteen Soul Rings, one was specifically used to sense spatial fluctuations—Space Perception.

Any spatial fluctuation, any approaching aura, could not escape his senses.

But the person behind him—he had sensed no fluctuation at all.

It was not that he was fast, nor that his aura was concealed, but that the space where the other party stood simply transmitted no information at all.

He abruptly turned around.

A man in azure robes stood ten zhang behind him, his hands clasped behind his back, his gaze calm as still water.

Moonlight spilled over him, yet it cast no shadow.

No, it was not that there was no shadow, but that the shadow had been twisted by some kind of power, forming a tiny Black Hole beneath his feet that devoured all light.

Across the battlefield, everyone froze.

Zhan Chui's eyes widened. "Lu... Senior Lu Jun?"

A glimmer flashed through Ao Lie's dragon pupils. "When did he get here? I didn't sense anything at all!"

Feng Xi's voice was trembling. "He was right there... but I clearly swept that spot with my divine sense just now, and there was nothing..."

"His aura has been completely withdrawn... no, not withdrawn. It has merged into heaven and earth... I can't perceive him, just as I can't perceive