Deep within the dense forest, black and white wisps of vital energy intertwined among the ancient trees like living things. Ling Zan leaned back against a millennium-old ginkgo tree, the blood-colored mark between his brows flashing intermittently, while eight murderous figures brimming with baleful energy before him had already formed an inescapable net.
"Eight against one, you Eight Fiends of the Dark Night are truly..." Ling Zan suddenly whipped out the Soul-Devouring Demon Blade of the Xue Tudao from his robe, twirling it deftly around his fingertips, "...idiots who can even manage to lose your own tools of the trade!"
Xue Tudao groped for his empty scabbard, veins bulging on his forehead: "You little bastard!" He lunged forward bare-handed, the bloody mist around him condensing into the shape of a malevolent ghost.
Chapter 495