Amid lightning and thunder, the outline of that figure emerged vaguely. He stood in the Void and Silence Land behind them, avoiding the eerie Deadly Peril of the 14-Colored Wonder.
He wore jet-black iron armor and was very tall, his features sharply chiseled. He resembled a stone statue that had not moved for countless ages, deathly still. The armor was covered in intricate textures and mottled with rust.
A fist-sized blood-red spider crouched atop his head, having spun a hazy web. The depths of its mesh were incomparably profound, hanging in the void above him like a Web of Destiny.
The fishing rod in his hand was equally mysterious, covered in intricate patterns. Fine, dense lines resembled galaxies winding around the rod, while the fishing line stretched into the distance.
"Brother, you're quite leisurely. Coming to fish in a Deadly Peril within the Highest Mental World—now that's style." Wang Zesheng approached with a pitch-black longsword in hand.
A gleaming forbidden item also appeared in Jiang Yun's hand. Encountering an unknown creature in a place like this naturally called for the utmost vigilance.
"Aguretuoshenkori..." The towering figure, like a statue of ancient gods and devils, gave off a cold, hard feeling as he slowly turned around and spoke.
Wang Zesheng said, "A very ancient minority language among forbidden tongues. It's hard to say what era it was left over from. You should communicate with me normally through Mental Communication. There's no need to conceal your emotional fluctuations."
"There's the sound of a sea behind you. Separated by Endless Deep Space, is your true body in a place too far away to come over?" Jiang Yun asked.
This creature had merely manifested here, yet it was still powerful, displaying his extraordinariness. The blood-red spider atop his head opened its eerie, cold eyes