Chapter 476

The boy's voice echoed beside Saruman and Karg.

Clear as day.

Just then, as though he had sensed something—or perhaps it was merely coincidence—the figure crouching on the ground suddenly froze, then slowly turned his head.

Time seemed to solidify at that instant.

Saruman and Karg's pupils contracted sharply!

They saw a face.

An extraordinarily young face, one that could even be said to retain a trace of childishness. His skin was fair, his nose high and straight, his lips clearly defined with a hint of sternness. But what drew the eye most were those eyes.

They were not the clear eyes a child should possess. They were like the deepest, coldest pool, reflecting not a shred of light—only an unfathomable composure that seemed to have endured endless years and death. A few loose strands of black hair fell across his forehead, making that face seem almost demonically beautiful, yet as cold as carved marble.

That excessively handsome face, combined with the legendary aura radiating from him—deep and steady as an abyss, towering as a mountain, as though he had fused with the death and madness of his surroundings—

Created an eerie yet harmonious unity.

Those deep eyes calmly swept toward the massive pillar where Saruman and Karg were hiding, seemingly devoid of any emotion.

Clearly.

The boy had discovered Saruman and the others. In that instant, Saruman and Karg felt their blood nearly freeze! It was as if a slumbering ancient beast had carelessly glanced at them. The overwhelming pressure born from the vast disparity in the very level of their lives and the essence of their power made them stop breathing!

So this is a Legend!

Young Saruman was utterly aghast.

The shock brought by the moment the boy calmly turned back, his bright eyes sweeping toward the