The Man’s Decree – Chapter 6424

The figure on the right was the complete opposite.

He was lean and thin, his posture straight, but there was no fierce, charging force in him. His face was cold and sinister, his complexion pale as if sunlight had never touched it. There was no blood in that face at all. One look at him sent a chill through the bones and made the guard rise on its own.

He held an ancient, plain-looking fly-whisk lightly in his hand. The white hairs of the whisk were fine yet tough. No matter how the cold wind over the Wastelands screamed and tore at them, they did not move at all, not swaying, not trembling. It was no ordinary object. This was the relic left from ancient times, the Firmament Snare. It specialized in laying formations to trap enemies, sealing the spirit, and supporting slaughter. Its power was impossible to measure at a glance.

Strange streams of silver light drifted around him. The aura was cold and twisted, nothing like the celestials' orthodox holy light. It was the Wraith-Maze killing art he had spent a hundred years cultivating in secret. It specialized in disturbing the spirit, scrambling the mind, and tearing apart spiritual awareness. Without sound or warning, it could collapse an enemy's mental defenses and kill without drawing blood, vicious and ruthless to the extreme.

This man was the hidden strategist among the celestials, Marshal Grey.