"Has he come?"
Qin Ming suddenly looked up, gazing at the pitch-black night sky.
Nowadays, his senses were extraordinarily acute, especially recently, as he was constantly in a state of Spiritual Clarity.
In an instant, Qin Ming saw, at the distant edge of the sky, within the pitch-black fog, a faint figure hovering, watching him.
"It's him!"
As an anomaly who had killed a Great Saint at just twenty-three, Qin Ming's Extreme Tao Domain was quite extensive, both in length and thickness, it was remarkable.
Just like now, despite the thick fog, he could distinguish that it was the strong person who once blocked the Outer Heaven Creatures.
Within the black fog, amidst a faint golden aura, stood a towering figure, half-transparent, seemingly coughing, with pale golden blood dripping from his mouth.
Had he been reduced to just a remnant soul, still manifesting with a strand of Pure Yang Consciousness?
In any case, this person's condition wasn't good.
