Great Northern Tomb Master

"Show yourself, Wheeler!" Jonathan's clear voice echoed.

As his voice fell, a peculiar disturbance appeared on the distant horizon. Soon, black clouds rapidly approached, and a chilling aura instantly lowered the surrounding temperature. Those cultivators below the Innate Realm couldn't help but shiver involuntarily.

Jonathan squinted slightly and gazed at the approaching black mist. A sinister laugh echoed within the mist.

"Nudie Ye, we meet again. Are you surprised?"

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