The instant Lord Black Crow vanished,
Lord Black Crow's vision went black. A terrifying pressure surged forth, shrouding his head as the winds and clouds abruptly shifted.
Boom—!
Suddenly,
A vast expanse of whiteness appeared before him, as though he had fallen deep into the clouds. He could see neither its origin nor its end. He was the only one there.
Lord Black Crow froze for a moment. "Who's messing with me?"
When no answer came, he frowned. Then, as if he had thought of something, he became incomparably enraged.
Damn it!
What was this damn place?
Someone must have ambushed him!
Lord Black Crow was violent by nature. Whenever he was with the other Lords, friction was inevitable. His sudden outburst today had come from nearly getting into a fight with another Lord. Now, after coming to toy with these lowly commoners, he had run into this kind of dirty trick.
Lord Black Crow's expression darkened, heavy resentment blazing between his brows like towering fury boiling over.
"Get the hell out here, you rat hiding behind tricks!"
Rumble—!
Lord Black Crow's wings trembled, and countless black feather fragments shot out, transforming into flying feather blades that pierced chaotically into the surrounding white space, just as they had outside.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.
The feather blades shot forth into the endless white void without making a sound. The entire space seemed like a bottomless white hole, and he could not find any exit.
This place seemed abandoned by everyone, with emptiness and disorder as its only melody.
Just as Lord Black Crow was growing frantic,
Suddenly.
A figure in black appeared before him, followed by an Eastern face that was calm yet cold.
A young Eastern man had appeared before Lord Black Crow.
Lord Black Crow's pupils abruptly constricted, an instinctive