Nameless fishing village.
On the wooden board...
As the stone fell, it merely startled the black fish to scatter briefly; they soon returned, continuing to gnaw at the fisherman's half-eaten corpse.
In this moment, Li Xuan felt a chill crawl up his spine, while a smoldering ember of anger rose quietly in his heart.
After all, they share the same kin, injury of one affects the kind.
His finger twitched, and a silver line shot out, wrapping a black fish and hoisting it into the air.
Reaching out, his arm from the shoulder up swelled and transformed into armor.
The scorching, black demonic hand grasped the black fish.
Li Xuan brought it close to his eyes, observing the black fish.
The fish's eyes were dull, clearly it had no awakened intelligence.
Even at such close distance, there wasn't a trace of Demonic Qi.
This indicated that this kind of black fish was indeed not a demon.
