Darkness rushed in like a tidal wave, swallowing everything in the room. A chilling wind swept through the hall, carrying a biting cold that made everyone shudder. Qin Zhizhi gripped Yin Sichen’s hand tightly; her fingertips were icy, yet they transmitted a steady, resolute strength.
The cold aura grew denser, seeming to congeal into a tangible force that pressed down on everyone's breath. A figure slowly emerged from the darkness like a ghost, completely silent. Clad in a long black robe with a hood hiding his face, only a pair of eyes gleaming with an eerie green light were visible, chilling the soul.
The Black-robed Elder gave a sinister chuckle, his voice as raspy as stones grinding together. "Hehe... It seems you have already found out."
Chapter 135