In the dim underground palace, green flames danced silently against the stone walls.
Deep within the palace, five figures sat in a circle.
Their forms varied, but they had one thing in common.
They were all human-shaped, or rather, humanoid.
On the far left sat a woman whose skin was so pale it was almost translucent. Her long, silver-white hair fell to her waist, and an icy allure lingered in her features. Her fingers were slender, her nails glowing faintly blue.
Opposite her sat a stooped old man with an aged face, leaning on a bone staff; his eyes were deeply sunken, with green light flickering in his pupils.
Beside the old man sat a burly man covered in dark blue-green scales; his eyes were blood-red, and two fangs protruded from the corners of his mouth.
Opposite the burly man sat a blurry being, seemingly shrouded in mist, its exact form impossible to discern. Only a pair of eyes appeared intermittently through the mist, radiating an icy light.
And in the middle sat a figure in a pitch-black robe, its hood concealing most of its face, leaving only a pair of green eyes exposed.
Five Weirds.
Five eighth-tier Rule-Type Weirds.
"The news has been confirmed," the burly man said, his voice rumbling like thunder. "Luo Fan has returned from Fallen Sea Island."
The silver-haired woman raised an eyebrow slightly. "Alive?"
"Alive." The burly man nodded. "So he must be even stronger now."
The Hunched Elder snorted. "We should have dealt with him ourselves back then, but you insisted on seeing what he could do. Now look—he's back from Fallen Sea Island!"
The Black-Robed Weird sat in the middle without saying a word.
It listened to its companions' discussion, thoughts churning within it.
It knew Luo Fan's strength.
It had witnessed