Just then, a mocking voice suddenly echoed in the man's ear: "Why? Why do you all trample on my dignity, why?" The voice was cold and cruel, as if coming from the phantoms of the Nine Nether Hell, making the man's heart jolt violently.
He turned his head, only to see a handsome man with a cold expression quietly standing beside him. The man's features were extremely handsome, nearly perfect, and his skin had an unhealthy pallor. The corners of his mouth slightly curled up, bearing a clear sneer, as if watching a good show. His tall and slender figure was clad in a tight black outfit, making him appear even more agile and powerful. Chestnut long hair flowed behind him in the wind, adding a strange allure to his presence.
Luo Chen's figure paused, and he also turned around, his eyes coldly fixed on the man, asking, "Who are you?" His voice carried a hint of vigilance and hostility, clearly aware of the dangerous aura emanating from this man.
