Without a doubt, the figure closely trailing behind was none other than Wang Teng.
Compared to before, he was a completely changed man. Wearing a demonic mask and radiating a churning, boundless aura of demonic energy, he carried the blood-red Drifting Snow longsword in his hand. Sensing his master's boiling intent to kill, the blade emitted a soft hum from time to time, its light faintly projecting visions of a sea of blood and mountains of corpses.
Feeling that presence closing in fast through his spiritual sense, the murderous intent in Wang Teng's eyes surged like raging waves.
Chapter 130