There is no king on the throne.
Only when it extends to the deepest part will you be shocked!
Twelve huge and terrifying figures appeared on the Black Stone Throne.
Six on each side.
Either lying down or lying flat.
Either sit or stand.
At this moment, twelve terrifying figures were all looking ahead.
Right where they were looking, at the end of the thrones on both sides, there was a black stone platform floating.
The Black Stone Platform is surrounded by brilliant starlight.
On the platform stood a humanoid creature about 1.8 meters tall, holding a thick golden book in his left hand.
The humanoid was completely shrouded in a loose-fitting, hooded black robe.
Even its face, the upper part was hidden by the brim of the hat, and the lower part was tightly covered by a moon-white mask.
In addition, both the hooded black robe and the moon-white mask are woven with hexagram patterns of varying sizes, shining with a faint purple light.
The light is soft and restrained, yet has an illusory beauty, revealing mystery and nobility.
Compared with the twelve terrifying figures, the man in the black robe and hood looked extremely small, not even one thousandth of their size.
However, the aura it exuded was extremely obscure and profound, and on the faces of the twelve terrifying figures, there was only respect for it, without any contempt or disdain.
At this moment, the silence of the twelve terrifying figures further highlighted the distinguished status of the man in the black robe and hood.
They seemed to be openings in the black-robed, hooded figure.
The hooded man in the black robe didn't keep them waiting too long.
"Fellow clan leaders, how is the state of stability of your clansmen?"
As if the stars were trembling, a voice, indistinguishable between male and female, echoed from the black stone platform.
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