Continue past these people, moving forward.
The strong individuals encountered on the road become more numerous.
A lone figure in black stands atop a massive black stone.
Clad in a black cloak, holding a rusty ancient sword, within a radius of three meters, neither the purple-black mist nor the lava can intrude.
In front of him, ordinary soul shadows didn't even have time to manifest before being slashed by that ancient sword.
As if sensing the gaze of others, the black-clothed swordsman slightly raised his head, revealing dark red eyes under the hat, cold and lifeless, devoid of emotion.
It wasn't until Lingxiao and Xu Guang walked away that he lowered his head again.
Lingxiao's feeling was unknown to Xu Guang, but that glance from him gave Xu Guang an extremely dangerous feeling, more pressuring than the two ghosts of Lishan.
