Under the cloak of night, the black figure running swiftly began to slow down.
Finally, it stopped in a clearing among the woods.
Fresh blood trickled down the left arm, drip-dripping continuously.
The black clothed man subconsciously leaned on his sword to catch his breath, but couldn't help bursting into violent coughs.
Suddenly!
His pupils slightly contracted, and he immediately straightened his back, speaking in a cold voice:
"Come out."
As he said this, he looked toward the surrounding darkness.
A bolt of lightning at this moment illuminated the entire world.
It lit up the black clothed man's eyes that were hidden in shadow, fierce as if Sword Intent was on the verge of erupting.
Laughter emanated from the darkness.
A voice familiar to the black clothed man rang out:
"Now that things have come to this, you still have such an expression; truly, it is just like you."
A figure stepped out from the thicket.
