Twilight like blood enshrouded the gloomy headquarters of the Evil Sword Sect. Zhang Yinglong was drenched in blood, making his way in disarray through the thorn-choked corridors. The skull patterns on his black robe were soaked with cold sweat, emitting an eerie, ghostly glow. The residual might of the Qiankun Sea-Overturning Seal that Lin Feng had unleashed still lingered in his palms, aching faintly through his meridians.
Passing through three bronze gates engraved with reliefs of demon gods, Zhang Yinglong stopped inside a secret chamber. Hovering in the center of the room was a huge black crystal ball, inside of which crimson mist churned, vaguely revealing a distorted face appearing and disappearing.
"Sect Master, your subordinate has returned to report..." Zhang Yinglong dropped to one knee, his voice carrying undisguised panic.
Chapter 273