Bab 851: When A Tiny Bit Of Hope Is Enough

Irene's heart sank at the tremendous aura rising in front of her.

The ground shook as the sounds of heavy footsteps rang in the air and blew away the dust revealing a tall figure.

An ash-colored body but pitch-black eyes—not just the pupils, but even the sclera. They weren't like eyes but two shining black orbs glowing with evil power. And those orb-like eyes stared at her with killing intent.

An Undead.

Irene had seen too many Undead by now and there was no reason to be surprised if this was just another Undead.

But this one was—

The Undead's figure blurred and he reached Irene in an instant. He raised his hand and punched out. The air blasted away and a huge shockwave swept the Abyss.

At that moment, even the Abyssals as far as a thousand miles away felt the ground shake.

It was a ridiculous show of power.

A power that only belonged to a Sovereign.

Be it Humans or Abyssals, everyone was dumbfounded.