Bab 1045: Peak of the Great Dao World

In the chaotic void.

A dense mist formed by Dharmic powers filled the air. Looking up, there were spatial cracks everywhere, revealing alternate spaces of different depths. Some cracks even revealed the paleness of a blank domain.

Han Huang held two Ultimate Origin Soul Oblivion in his hand. He wore a blood-red robe and exquisite silver armor. A red belt was wrapped around his waist like a tendon. His long hair fluttered and his gaze was cold as he stared at the figure attacking from afar.

The figure was completely black and surrounded by a strange white aura. There were countless illusions of vengeful spirits behind him, as if they were connected to his back or like ghosts struggling out of his body.

The Great Dao Sages in all directions also stopped.

"What is that?" Zhao Xuanyuan frowned and asked. No one answered him. Even the experienced Lao Dan frowned and stared at the white smoke black shadow.