The newcomer charged closer with savage speed, a tall, powerfully built man.
His skin had the sickly pallor of someone who had not seen daylight for years. His head was completely bald, and his eyes were as sinister as a viper's.
Three savage gashes, like knife wounds, ran down each of his cheeks.
Wrapped in a heavy black robe trimmed with woolen cloth, he brutally tore through the swamp fog like a vicious night owl drawn by the scent of blood.
The formidable strength of a Peak Third-Ring Wizard!
Nine incomparably condensed Soul Crystals shone like stars in the night within Dago's spiritual perception, radiating lethal pressure.
Darkness and the aura of the undead surged from every part of the bald Black-Robed Wizard's body.
He abruptly halted several hundred meters away from Dago, warily hovering in place.
His lightning-sharp gaze immediately locked onto the girl's mangled corpse lying in the mud. Then, his murderous eyes fixed firmly on Dago.
"Did you kill this bitch?"
He spoke coldly, his voice like grinding iron. "Where is her ring?"
Dago's expression remained utterly calm, as though he were watching an irrelevant breeze.
He slowly raised a hand and casually spread his palm.
The bloodstained silver Link Ring slowly floated up from his palm as if it had lost all gravity.
"Is this what you mean?"
The bald Black-Robed Wizard did not answer.
But the muscles that instantly tensed across his body and the bloodthirsty gleam that burst from his eyes answered everything.
The atmosphere grew heavy and oppressive at a visible rate.
A tangible killing intent continuously accumulated and collided between them, as if the very air were about to freeze.
Just as that murderous intent was about to reach a peak that could erupt at any moment!
Without warning!
A streak of