The figure clad in red, known as the Red Plague, was an omen of endless death in the era of Great Yu. Anyone who saw him trembled in fear, praying for a quick death.
He looked down at the pleading crowd and found it immensely exhilarating. He relished this sensation of supreme authority, this dominion over life and death.
But now, it was his turn to feel fear.
The woman before him exerted a pressure even the Imperial Teacher couldn't match. Just who was she?
He had scouted Qingzhou in advance. There was no one at the Transcendence Tribulation Stage here, so how could such a terrifying existence appear?
Even if there was someone at the Transcendence Tribulation Stage, they would have needed time to arrive at Qingzhou.
And how had she appeared so silently, so unnoticed?
How had she managed to confine him, a master of spatial manipulation?
Whose force was she from?
A stream of questions flooded his mind relentlessly.