The evening breeze swept past, making the leaves rustle.
At this moment, within the darkness, a figure flashed into view.
This figure held a vertical flute in his hand, his whole body shrouded in a layer of black mist. On his head was a bamboo hat, covering his entire face, so no one could see what he looked like…
However, his aura was extremely gloomy.
Even now that this was hell, one could still feel that chilling, eerie sensation…
"Hm?"
The Black-clothed Man's brows, hidden under the hat, knit slightly, and a barely detectable glint flashed in his eyes.
"Looks like a strong expert has come to this battle this time, someone who can actually sense my presence! But I will absolutely not allow these Human to take even a single step in here! Nor will I permit these towns to exist around the Demon Beast war."
...
Inside the gloomy forest, only the lightly swaying leaves could be seen.
