"Oh? Nine Swords? You're actually not dead yet?" That voice suddenly noticed the people of Nine Swords Venerable.
"An Jiu, you're indeed not dead!" This greeting confirmed to Nine Swords Venerable that the newcomer was indeed the sect master of the Holy Church of Shadow from back then!
A dark mist descended from the sky, and a man in a black robe suddenly appeared in front of them. His face was pale and noseless. If this were the world of Harry Potter, Zhang Menglong might have mistaken him for Voldemort.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!" A series of dark mists followed, nearly two hundred people appeared directly behind An Jiu.
The auras of these people were extremely strange, with several different auras existing on one person, and some even having auras that didn't seem like they came from humans at all.
