Dark clouds cloaked the sky, and thunder roared. Snowflakes gradually faded, and bean-sized black raindrops slowly fell.
Raindrops splashed onto everyone, but no one cared, and no one tried to shield themselves.
All eyes were fixed on Long and that bizarre black human-shaped figure.
The space seemed to freeze at that moment.
Only the raindrops moved, falling as everyone became absolutely still.
Long stared at the black human figure with a twisted expression, unable to speak for a long time.
He had imagined many trump cards these people might play, but he never expected that it, indeed, still existed.
"I thought I would completely disappear back then." The black human figure raised its head, revealing a face identical to Long's, without eyes or nostrils, only a large mouth.
This face, many monsters might have, and might overlap.
But only that peculiar aura... that aura akin to his, he would never mistake.
