Chapter 1665

• Ye Wuque's words seemed to float from the depths of hell, echoing the sky, there was a kind of extreme coldness and grandeur!
• In the distant void, an old figure slowly appeared. It was an old man with white beard and hair. He was tall and dressed in a cyan robe. His complexion was cold and stern, and his eyes seemed to be churning with endless light and shadow, something unspeakable. The horror is overflowing.
• No time to stay old!