"Zhou Tong said the person was always masked with a black cloth, and his voice was hoarse and strange—clearly a disguise."
"His build was unremarkable, his aura contained like a bottomless abyss. Zhou Tong couldn't gauge his depth at all. But for someone to possess such a forbidden Demon Skill, his power... is likely far beyond anything we can imagine."
Zhang Yuan shook his head with a bitter smile and continued, his tone carrying a hint of a chill.
A dead silence fell over the room.
The wick of the oil lamp gently popped, emitting a soft "CRACKLE" that only accentuated the oppressive atmosphere.
A mysterious, meticulous individual who had mastered a Demon Skill... The terrifying power and threat he posed were on a completely different level from Zhou Tong, who had only just begun his Cultivation.
Fang Han felt a chill rise from his tailbone and spread through his entire body.
