"Presumptuous fool, running your mouth off!"
Among the black-robed figures, a thin person with a voice as sharp as a needle said coldly. Slowly raising a hand from beneath his dark robes, a pair of pale, skeletal hands materialized faintly, their palms gathering a ball of pitch-black demonic energy.
Ye Tianxuan remained motionless, his gaze like torches. He could sense the terrifying power contained within that demonic energy, one by one far surpassing ordinary cultists.
Chapter 83