On the platform, blood flowed from corpse after corpse, following the fine patterns on the ground and slowly converging toward that enormous black demon egg.
The dark-red patterns on the demon egg's surface grew brighter and denser, like countless pulsing blood vessels, giving off an evil aura that made one's hair stand on end.
The Black-Robed Man stopped his slaughter and stood with his hands behind his back beside the demon egg. The face beneath his hood was finally exposed in the dim light.
It was a face so pale it was almost transparent, with deep features and sharply defined contours. But those pitch-black, ink-dark eyes, without any whites, radiated an eerie light that did not belong to a human.
The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, revealing a cruel, smug smile, and he slowly raised both hands to pull back his hood.
A head of long black hair spilled down, drifting lightly in the wind.
His appearance was not very different from a human's. It could even be called rather handsome. But the coldness and evil that seeped from his very bones made everyone present feel a chill rise in their hearts despite themselves.
"Everyone," he said, his voice hoarse, yet carrying a kind of lofty mockery.
"Welcome to... your burial ground."
The moment those words fell, the entire crowd erupted!
"You... who exactly are you?!" someone asked in a trembling voice.
The Black-Robed Man—or rather, this powerful expert of the Outer Realm Evil Race—curved his lips even deeper.
He raised his right hand, and in his palm, a mass of pitch-black Demonic Qi slowly condensed.
That Demonic Qi was so dense it had nearly taken solid form, giving off a nauseating, decayed stench. It was exactly the same as the Demonic Qi within Helian Tieshan before, yet purer,