Before Wyatt Barnes' eyes appeared a colossal humanoid virtual shadow, standing there like a small mountain.
The humanoid virtual shadow was an old man donned in a golden robe, with a golden mole between his eyebrows, resembling a tiny glaring sun fixed in place, dazzling and eye-catching.
"Others may not be able to stop you... but can I?"
The golden-robed elder's shadow flashed its illusory eyes, its piercing gaze seeming to traverse through the endless void, falling upon Peyton Holland.
The gaze, heavy as a giant boulder descending, drastically altered Peyton Holland's expression.
"Grand Isle Master."
Peyton Holland took a deep breath, respectfully saluting the high-flying virtual shadow, fear evident in his eyes, and with a nervous voice, he spoke, "Peyton Holland dares not."
"Grand Isle Master!"
At the same time, beneath the Third Island Master Liter Garcia, numerous Mist Hidden Island elders and disciples, all bowed towards the virtual shadow hovering high above.
