The Viper's Kiss

A pitch-black mass of clouds occupied one corner of the starry sky. Under the light of countless stars, it churned ceaselessly like a living pool of ink.

"You... cannot kill... me..."

A strange, ancient voice echoed through Cang Nan's Mind Image World, carrying an unquestionable air of superiority and contempt as it issued its command in broken intervals.

"...Submit, hand over the puppet... Let me... carry out the revenge..."

Cang Nan stood motionless, gazing up at the pitch-black cloud mass that not even starlight could fully penetrate, lost in thought.

Although this voice sounded more articulate than before...