"Half an hour is almost up."
Elder Bai Kui glanced at the sky.
"Prepare to leave."
The Great Elder waved his hand; they could no longer continue waiting. Otherwise, their situation would become rather perilous.
At that moment, a violent black storm suddenly swept through Black Wind Ridge.
"It's the Black Prison Wind, a unique storm that only forms in Black Wind Ridge," Xiao Muyu remarked, her pretty face turning grave as she gazed at the black storm.
"There's someone in the storm!"
Ling Chen's eyes seemed to possess a penetrating quality. Within the black storm, a dark figure was treading upon the violent winds, rapidly approaching them.
When the dark figure drew close enough, Ling Chen could make out the person's features: it was an emaciated old man.
"It's the Demon Elder!" Ling Chen's pupils contracted sharply as he recognized the withered face.
