C1190 CHAPTER1190

An eerie chill permeated the void, yet Peter Parker remained unaffected.

His gaze settled serenely on the white figure before him.

Standing there was a middle-aged man in a white robe, his stature tall and imposing.

Clad in white with hair to match, his expression was icy, his presence exuding a bone-chilling aura as if he had been encased in ice for millennia