CLANG... The Purple Tassel Sword, brimming with Evil Qi, was slowly drawn from its sheath by Li Huowang. Its tip was steadily aimed at the thing lurking in the corner.
An Evil Spirit. Ever since arriving in Da Liang, Li Huowang had rarely encountered such things. He truly didn't expect to run into one under circumstances like these.
Li Huowang's brow furrowed tightly. His voice was low and grim as he said, "Brother Zhuge, it seems this supernatural disaster isn't just darkness. Is this Evil Spirit related to the calamity?"
With a grave expression, Zhuge Yuan clasped his hands behind his back and looked to the heavens, as if recalling something. He didn't answer. Instead, the thing in the corner began to move.
As it slowly turned around, Li Huowang saw a ghastly pale face with a pair of blood-filled holes where its eyes should have been.
