"What we needed, you've already helped us do."
The voice came, echoing in the ears of the black-haired man.
Upon hearing this sentence, the black-haired man furrowed his brow, sensing a hint of something amiss. The words sounded very strange: "What do you mean?"
When the words fell, the silhouette in the chaos did not answer him.
In the next second, an overwhelmingly powerful pressure descended directly upon him, rendering him immobile.
Subsequently, a tyrannical Divine Sense, as if in an uninhabited realm, forcibly invaded his mind and began reading his memories.
Throughout the entire process, he was unable to move. No matter how he struggled, he couldn't break free. The gap was just too vast. The other entity's pressure alone rendered him a lamb awaiting slaughter.
This process lasted only a few breaths. The moment the Divine Sense withdrew, the black-haired man's face turned deathly pale, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, falling to one knee.
