"Oh right, there's one more thing I hope your sect can assist with as well," the Wrathful Killing Arhat's single eye half-closed as the sharp tip of his finger lifted.
A fierce light flashed forth, instantly causing the demon mist to surge, morphing into an elliptical mirror of light in mid-air.
At this moment, within this mirror of light, a vibrant burst of color occupied the entire frame.
Amidst its brilliant, shimmering glow, like neon lights, a vague silhouette of a human figure could be faintly seen.
It wasn't clear, but it could be vaguely made out to be a young man.
"Not long ago, a blood edict arrived from my ancestral land. It stated that the bloodlines of three Ancient Demons had disappeared in Dianchuan. Their prospects are likely grim.
This divine spirit image is the likeness of the murderer.
However, Dianchuan is too far from our ancestral home, enabling us only to capture this blurry outline of the person.
But the colorful Escape Light is quite noticeable.
