Eight shadows descended from the void, their arrival darkening even the sky.
A chilly yin energy swept through the air, sending shivers down spines. Many of those with lower cultivation levels in the square felt their body hair stand on end, their teeth chattering as their entire bodies began trembling!
This was a coldness — eerie, bone-chilling, penetrating to the marrow.
Yusuf Zuck's eyebrows arched sharply as he gripped the Celestial Staff tightly. These eight founding ancestors of The Eight Great Families had barely arrived but brought with them an oppressive aura of dread and intimidation.
Of course, Yusuf Zuck was unafraid. After a brief moment of thought, he gave his wrist a subtle twist, causing the Celestial Staff to suddenly emit infinite rays of light.
While the staff was jet-black, in this moment, it shone as brilliantly as the noon sun.
