A black-robed figure drifted slowly down from the dark clouds, resembling a withered leaf dyed completely black. His black robes snapped in the wind, and the eerie, dark patterns embroidered upon them twisted like evil spirits, exuding a nauseating, decaying aura. His face remained hidden beneath a hood, with only a pair of deep green eyes flickering like ghost fires, staring fixedly at the Flame Soul Crystal upon the sacrificial altar while carrying a trace of contempt and mockery toward Xu Tiancai and his companions.
"Hmph, you mere mortals dare to covet this Flame Soul Crystal? It is nothing short of daydreaming!" The voice was hoarse and gloomy, like sandpaper rubbing together, squeezed from the depths of a throat. It echoed across the Scorching Wasteland, causing the surrounding air to tremble and infusing the sultry wind with a trace of biting chill completely out of place with the scorching atmosphere of the wasteland.
Xu Tiancai tightened his grip on the Stellar Sword, the blade humming softly as if responding to its master's fighting spirit. The light on the sword flickered and swelled like twinkling stars, illuminating his resolute face. Sweat rolled down his forehead, though not from the intense heat, but driven by the overwhelming pressure bearing down upon him. "You dark running dog, you've obstructed us again and again! Today will be your day of death!" With a furious roar, his figure shot forward like an arrow from a bow, charging at the Black-robed Man first…
Chapter 295