A silver light flashed, and two small, sharp daggers, black as ink from tip to hilt, suddenly sprang from the skeleton's shoulders. He raised both daggers and slashed viciously at Yi Chen's head.
A cruel smile curled Yi Chen's lips. He pointed with his right hand, and the black flames concentrated into several times their former power, instantly punching through the skeleton's chest.
With two thunderous booms, the skeleton's body exploded into countless specks of dust, while two black emblems fell out with faint, mournful cries.
A wisp of black air curled upward, and the two black emblems turned into streaks of light, fleeing west.
Yi Chen extended his arm and casually grasped at the air. Like two frail, helpless little birds, they were caught in the coils of the black air, turning back into two rings that slipped onto his fingers. He whistled flippantly and said, "Things like these really shouldn't have minds of their own..."
Two furious roars exploded nearby. Yi Chen whipped his head around and saw twelve black-clad figures standing on a hill three kilometers away. Black robes covered their entire bodies, leaving only their eyes exposed, gleaming with an eerie red light. A hideous vertical crease on their foreheads writhed as though alive, and a hoarse voice emerged from a slanted slit. "What do you intend to do, Mr. Yi?"
Yi Chen shrugged. "Nothing. I'm just here to have a little fun." He gently shook the black rings on his hand and asked in a sinister tone, "Aren't you going to tell me your real name?"
The voice of the one who had just spoken grew increasingly shrill. "Of course, we are members of the Dark Council, ordered to monitor your every move... Mr. Yi, I hope you won't make any rash moves. Otherwise, you