The harsh golden light was like a sun suddenly descending onto the battlefield.
Many people here had adapted to dark vision, seeing clearly in the darkness, but few had evolved to handle strong light.
They couldn't make out who was beneath the golden pillar of light.
But they could hear the voice.
Nie Chongshan looked toward Bai Wu:
"This voice is... that greedy bald guy from the prison?"
He initially wanted to say a very poor piece of trash, but he changed his words before speaking.
Although to them, this aura wasn't as suffocating, and Qian Yixin's imposing presence wasn't even as strong as the Twisted Hand.
But Nie Chongshan saw it, the hand was trembling. All the Evil Fallen were trembling too.
In that moment, the strongest shadows in the Shadow Legion, Shadow Wu Jiu, Shadow Nie Chongshan, Shadow Bai Wu, and so on, all dared not make a move.
Bai Wu gave Nie Chongshan a definite answer:
"It's him..."