Qin Chen's voice spread.
Originally, Huang Xiuwen, who had been forcing himself to stay calm, immediately had a change of expression, an uncontrollable change, as his face turned pale.
He looked at the black sphere in front of Qin Chen that was still expanding, his lips turning purplish and his tongue trembling.
Certain things.
No need to try.
Just a glance can instill fear.
The massive black sphere in front of Qin Chen now, standing a hundred feet tall, wielded such intimidation.
"Oh my goodness."
Someone spoke, their voice shaking slightly.
"Go."
Qin Chen suddenly spoke, and the thing Huang Xiuwen and the others least wanted to face arrived.
Qin Chen plucked the zither strings.
The black sphere suddenly began to roll, its vast size and the soul-crushing darkness it brought made hearts tremble in fear.
The void trembled, space ruptured, and the sky reverberated with thunderous rumbles, ripples like water waves continuously spreading outward.
"Retreat!!!"
