True Appearance

"Where is this!?"

The voice echoed.

They were immersed in nothingness amid endless darkness.

Several high-ranking North American officials stared in horror at the scene around them.

They had clearly been in the midst of wild joy just moments ago, watching as Lin An was about to be crippled right before their eyes.

How had they been teleported here just by looking at the face behind that mask!?

The entire world seemed to be built from Black Mist.

At the end of the dense fog, chaos churned and Death Intent surged.

It was as if some unknown terror was being brewed.

A moment later, after even the voice had vanished from this world, the Black Mist before them suddenly parted rapidly to both sides, revealing a colossal figure seated on a black throne and connected to the sky.

They stared in terror.

In an instant, the nearly thousand-meter-tall shadow slowly opened its eyes. Two Blood Moons abruptly appeared within the Black Mist.

The few people who had still been frantically asking questions instantly lost consciousness and froze in place, as if they had seen the greatest fear buried in the depths of their souls.

The same dark-golden-patterned mask covered that enormous face.

That was the Lord of Death, who transcended fear.

"Crack—crack."

Dense cracking sounds rang out one after another.

Lin An laboriously lifted the greatsword embedded in his body and slowly tossed it to the ground.

The wound that had nearly cleaved half his chest open was slowly healing.

Before him, the three Silver-Helmed Greatswords still maintained their attacking poses, but they had now become completely like dead objects, unmoving.

Their eyes beneath their helmets were gray and white, like petrified statues.

Five seconds.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Faint cracking sounds rang out.

The North American high-ranking Awakeners and Andrew