Though the two were far apart, Tu Xiao'an's Consciousness Power had everything under control.
His demonic, bright eyes narrowed slightly. He could now decide life and death from miles away. Having become a Snake Spirit-level existence, Tu Xiao'an's power was unimaginable.
In the dim alley, a roar echoed in the hook-nosed man's ears, as if a sharp needle had pierced him. His entire body went numb. A powerful and frigid aura instantly locked onto him, making it difficult to even move.
Both he and the mosquitoes in the air were trapped in a massive, formless palm.
'So strong...'
The hook-nosed man was beyond shocked. To think that a mere town would be hiding such a terrifying master.
He couldn't see his opponent or hear their voice, yet their oppressive might surged toward him like a torrential river.
He had no idea where his opponent was, and this fear of the unknown was the most tormenting of all.
