Looking again at the Ink Crow Horde's throne, a black-clad youth appeared.
"Benefactor?!"
The Medicine Maniac, Lix Yan, Jiaang Jing, and a few others immediately recognized the black-clad youth.
"Master."
The Ink Crow Horde Lord's body trembled slightly, as if in utter fear of the black-clad youth.
How could he not fear, half an hour ago, he was arranging the military deployment when the black-clad youth silently appeared.
With almost no resistance, the black-clad youth pointed in the void, and he felt as if a mountain were pressing down, lying on the ground motionless.
If that were all, dying like that would be good enough, at least it would be swift and relatively painless.
Yet the black-clad youth had no intention of killing him; after suppressing him, he sent an unknown poison into his stomach.
The results were imaginable; suffering beyond description couldn't even begin to describe the pain, and the black-clad youth refrained from letting him die.
