1105 Change of Target

Rex bears witness to the Passue Matriarch about twenty meters away from his front.

A shiver ran down his spine as she was unlike anything he had encountered.

He could see the air around the Passue Matriarch seemed to crackle with ominous energy, it was able to send tendrils of dread to course through his veins. Her form was stirring, none in the new era could match her otherworldly presence.

It was obvious that she was the testament of absolute power from the ancient time.

Even the gleaming white scythe she was holding doesn't seem normal.

To think that she was created was baffling for Rex.

For someone to create something as monstrous as her, that person must be stronger.

Just the sharp air coming from her alone could suppress Rex's energy, he could feel a heavy pressure bearing down upon him, as though his very soul was being pressed. Similarly, Lyra, Edward, and the Shapeshifters were experiencing the same sensation.