238 238:The Fourth Ability

In the depths of extraterritorial space within the void, an elegant man in a white robe peered into space with a stern expression.

In this kind of void, even a Martial Saint or ancestor could hardly hold on for too long, yet the man showed no signs of qi fluctuation or a tyrannical aura.

Sitting cross-legged, he gazed around, narrowing his eyes.

Before he could speak, the void in front of him surged with a bloodthirsty aura capable of clouding people's minds.

"No... How is this possible... The Black Star... I made sure to destroy its fate, so why?"

A chilling and frightening voice resounded.

The voice was filled with a strange power. If a weak person were to hear it accidentally, they might be controlled by the murderous intent on the spot or become a monster driven by bloodthirsty killing intent.

"Aaron Walton, release me... Let me go and kill him, or your small race will face the wrath of the heavens."