The two misty figures hovered in the air, their forms flickering as though they were struggling to maintain their presence in the lower realm.
Their swirling forms twisted and coiled like snakes in the sky, their expressions unreadable, but the tone of their voices carried clear contempt.
"The Scourge is near this place..." one of them murmured, their voice reverberating through the air like an ancient curse.
"Yes, the Scourge," the second figure whispered, their tone laced with both dread and cruel satisfaction.
"The most evil existence in this wretched lower realm. The thing that was never meant to be encountered by something as lowly as you."
Wei Long stood firm, his golden eyes glinting with curiosity rather than fear.
The Scourge?
Something so terrible that even these arrogant beings were willing to use it as a last resort?
His tail flicked slightly, his blood stirring with excitement.
