Bab 570: Oh... I'm third

Among the numerous dark beings floating in the sky, a handsome young man dressed in a golden garment adorned with silver designs stepped out from the crack.

He appeared incongruous amidst the darkness, radiating brightness. With golden eyes and long peach-colored hair pulled back into a high ponytail, flowing down his back, he peered down at the Arena below, enclosed by towering walls.

As his golden eyes landed on Old Hal, the old man's expression grew grim. He got up from his seat and started floating in the air to make sure the second shadow general wouldn't try anything while he was around.

However, the young man with golden eyes before him, surrounded by numerous dark figures, looked away with a disinterested expression, as if he had already assessed what the old man could achieve and what he couldn't with his gaze alone.