Under the eternal dim sky of the Shadow Beast Wilderness, Night Falcon walked alone.
His steps seemed unhurried, yet carried a strange rhythm, faintly matching the pulse of the black gravel beneath his feet and the shadow energy flowing through the air.
He made no effort to conceal his aura, but the extremely pure and restrained darkness origin within his Darkness Ancestral Symbol allowed him to move through this shadowy environment like a fish in water, with exceptionally sharp senses.
He sensed two malicious auras behind him, watching like venomous snakes. They had been faintly locking onto him from far behind—the subordinates of Ghost Nightmare.
Ghost Nightmare himself had not come personally. He was probably relying on his status, or had gone to compete for more conspicuous prey and resources.
Sending two Peak Ninth-Grade Sovereigns to deal with a Ninth-Grade Sovereign was more than enough in Ghost Nightmare's eyes.
Night Falcon gave a cold smile inwardly, but his face remained calmly indifferent.
He deliberately changed direction and headed toward a relatively secluded area of the wilderness, where strange rocks stood everywhere and the shadow energy was even more chaotic.
When he entered a Stone Forest formed by countless enormous black pillars, the two concealed auras behind him suddenly accelerated. Like two black arrows loosed from their bows, they closed in from the left and right, silently cutting off his escape routes!
At the same time, a chilly mental fluctuation quietly spread out, attempting to disrupt his senses and create a brief daze. It was a common trick used by practitioners of the ghostly path.
"Kid, stop!" A black shadow on the left revealed himself first. He was a middle-aged man with sunken cheeks and a vicious gaze, holding a pair of poison-coated short blades that glowed green.
On the right