"The one receiving goods?"
Above a grand river cloaked in black aura, on an ancient black path, Mo Zhan with his burly figure, looked at Ao Wushuang, somewhat puzzled.
He had followed the dark aura here, and that dark aura... it should belong to the Ancestor of Darkness.
But unexpectedly, it turned out to be a middle-aged man...
However, although the man gave him an inscrutable impression, his strength... seemed very weak.
It couldn't be the Ancestor of Darkness in person!
Then... perhaps an emissary of the Ancestor of Darkness?
As for Ao Wushuang, looking at the man before him, his thoughts raced, and he was quite panicked; he felt that the man's strength... was stronger than any form of darkness he had encountered before!
The strongest he had encountered before were just a wisp of black smoke, and some Rotten Slaves.
But that black smoke at most led to a small black path, while this man, with a casual step, created a black Heaven-reaching Great Path.
