Following that, from within the statue, emerged a gaunt and hunched figure clad in a black robe, its face completely concealed within the shadow of its hood.
It was enveloped in an eerie ghostly aura, emitting an exceedingly terrifying pressure, even from such a distance, making the two feel suffocated. It was at least a Sixth Realm entity, possibly even Seventh Realm!
Chu Xuan felt a tingle on his scalp, "Are you messing with me? What's with 'Ironmouth Judge of Fate, Prophecy Controls the Cosmos'? Do you actually know what you're doing, leading me straight to my demise?"
The more he thought about it, the more irritated he became, finally understanding the feelings of those who had disrupted his booth in the past.
"Since you've come, you might as well feel at ease."
Its voice was husky and dry, like the sound of two bones grinding against each other, exceedingly grating and unpleasant.
