"Kakaka! A Magic Treasure refined from Nine Nether Iron, not bad, not bad. I am in need of an offensive Magic Treasure, and this sword is just right," a harsh and unpleasant voice echoed from the darkness.
A hunched figure slowly came into view, an old man in a green robe, leaning on a black cane topped with a huge skull that had two eerily burning green flames in its eye sockets.
The old man, seemingly all skin and bones, had unusually large eyes that glinted with a hungry wolf-like green light, staring intently at the Soul Destroying Sword.
This person's presence was not weak either, having reached the Mid-stage of Core Formation.
The Three-eyed Crow that the group had been chasing earlier was now obediently following behind the old man, appearing to be his spirit pet.
"It seems that you were the one who deliberately used this Three-eyed Crow to lead us here," Yuan Ming said slowly.
