Heaven's Claim

Ezekiel. That was a name that Yan Zaizen would recall in the depths of his soul. How could he not? Ezekiel's soul was the first devoured by the Black Hole and later ignited his future path. He was the lynchpin of today.

Various emotions flitted through his eyes, but his expression remained calm and unconcerned. "What do you?" His tone carried a hint of indifference. Long ago, Yan Zaizen had helped Ezekiel in his war against a realm, and even saved his life after the twisted suicidal determination of his enemy.

Ezekiel landed. His silver wings folded, concealing their brilliance somewhat amidst the darkness of night. His gaze had never left Yan Zaizen's figure, a trace of uncertainty within.

Shin Xuanji stood there, his eyes solemn as he regarded this exchange. He didn't know who this foreign race male was. His heavenly might and vital energies remained in a state of near-eruption. In a blink, if required, he had no issues throwing down with this Ezekiel.