"Saint Slave, Storyteller!"
Almost the instant the red skirt drifted down, Shouye's gaze fixed on the newcomer.
He could be certain that this Storyteller was no longer the external incarnation he had faced before.
For if it had been an external incarnation, there was no way the man could have restrained every Red Robes member present in a single instant! At nearly the same time, the many Red Robes members all named the man in the red skirt in their hearts.
And they clearly understood the strength of this newcomer.
"At the peak of Cutting the Path, having passed all Nine-Death Lightning Tribulations."
"Only half a step away from the Great Void."
It could be said that this was a man with one foot already planted atop the world!
"Shriek—"
The first to break free of the restraints was not the Red Robes members, but the Saint War Black Angel wielding the Yousi Sword.
The Storyteller could control the entire field.
But the Yousi Sword was clearly beyond the scope of what he could control.
In but an instant, the Saint War Black Angel broke free of its bindings. Then, gripping the Black Sword, it slashed at... Black Nether! Black Nether's entire face immediately darkened.
He had experienced the Storyteller's methods before.
But every time this fellow appeared, it was always so utterly without warning.
With no time at all to react, breaking free of the restraints was already a problem.
Was this Ghost Beast... sick in the head?!
Had it come over to add frost to snow?
"I've been waiting for you for a long time."
Just as Black Nether struggled to evade the Yousi Sword's strike, Lan Ling's red lips curled slightly, and she gave a soft laugh.
"Heaven-Sealing Grand Formation, drain!"
With that light cry, the power