Chapter 457: Black Gloves

The air was thick with tension, breaths held in collective apprehension. Deep within the Burning Heaven Alliance, silence reigned, a quiet dread hanging in the atmosphere. The Celestial Maiden looked down at the crowd below, as if she were observing mere ants. After a long pause, the Ancestor of the Burning Heaven Alliance finally spoke, "Are you afraid of death?" His question lingered ominously, aimed at everyone in the alliance. The massive shadow behind the Celestial Maiden loomed ominously,...