Hearing Blood Demon's words, Ronan had already formed a basic judgment. Naturally, he shifted his gaze and examined the young white Father... or rather, the thing dressed like one, currently walking toward them.
They had met before.
Yabolun.
This man, ranked among the world's most dangerous Extraordinary Species, had suddenly appeared before Ronan.
This was his territory, after all. He could do whatever he wanted. But judging from the situation, coupled with what Blood Demon had said, Ronan had an ominous feeling.
The last time he had seen Yabolun had been at the global Peak Conference. Back then, it had been a Virtual Venue, and he had only felt that the man was withdrawn and gloomy, utterly out of place among the others.
Only in reality, as this man walked toward him step by step, could he truly sense the profound danger contained within him.
From head to toe, Yabolun looked immaculate and meticulous, like the "cold Father" archetype straight out of a comic book, the kind that made young girls scream.
Yet beneath that perfectly orderly attire, surging, chaotic tides churned in earnest. Most of them were tightly suppressed, with only his perpetually burning eyes revealing traces of them.
As Ronan met his gaze, even the surrounding air seemed affected by the radiating heat, rippling and warping.
At this moment, the surroundings did not feel like night had fallen. Instead, they resembled a scene beneath the blazing noon sun.
In fact, the street where Ronan and Blood Demon stood had indeed brightened, as though an unseen light source had appeared somewhere, turning day and night upside down.
The crowd at the far end of the street, just as they had previously failed to notice Ha City's highest Dominator, remained completely unaware of the reversal of day and night.
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