His face was so somber that water could almost drip from it, and the killing intent in his eyes nearly condensed into substance.
"Blood Evil Twelve Riders... all annihilated?"
Venerable Ming River's voice was like Nine Nether Cold Ice.
"That was the toil of my centuries!"
In the hall filled with rolling black mist, Venerable Ming River's black robes flapped, and his pale fingers formed an eerie spell.
Suspended before him were nine blood-colored talismans, each emitting a disconcertingly evil aura.
"Three thousand years..."
Venerable Ming River's voice was hoarse, and the blood-red light flickered in his eyes.
"Today, this moment has finally arrived."
Suddenly, the floor of the hall split open, and a dark shadow slowly rose.
She was a woman dressed in a black gown, her skin as pale as snow yet unhealthy-looking, and the silver bells on her bare feet rang crisply with each step she took.
"Ring... ring..."
