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The middle-aged man who emerged from the gate of light had wild, jet-black hair and broad shoulders as solid as city walls. His imposing figure stood tall upon the earth, like a humanoid black hole endlessly drawing in the surrounding light, making one wonder whether even living creatures would be swallowed.
His strong, angular face looked as though it had been carved by the master Michelangelo of Ancient Rome. With cold, hard contours, a high nose, and tightly pressed lips, his eyes shimmered with seven colors and brimmed with bloodlust. His world-commanding gaze flashed with icy light, shooting toward Yang Ming like countless swords. The killing intent and malice that swept forth resembled the bitter winds of deep winter, even coating the ground with a thin layer of frost.
A black robe patterned in gold draped his powerful body, embroidered with a black dragon baring its fangs and claws. It lent the middle-aged man an air of kingly majesty. His vast, abyss-deep presence filled the surroundings with almost suffocating pressure, as though everyone had plunged into the sea.
This was Black Dragon Di Tian's Replica!
Yang Ming studied Black Dragon Di Tian's Replica from afar with interest. A layer of impenetrable black mist wreathed him, condensed from the ultimate dark divine power. It was so dense that it had grown viscous, nearly turning from gas to liquid. Any ordinary person who entered its range would instantly be corroded into a skeleton, every scrap of flesh and skin vanishing.
Even Spirit Masters below the rank of level-sixty Spirit Emperor could not enter the Black Dragon Di Tian Clone's Darkness Domain. Only those at level sixty or above could set foot within it, and even they would survive no more than a few seconds.
After all, Yang Ming had just passed