Sure enough, this time, a Death Knight came out of the Death Gate. Its body was covered with a strange, pitch-black armor. It was holding a black greatsword covered with black fog in its right hand, while it had a rusty iron hook in its left hand that seemed to have been at the bottom of the sea for several hundred years.
The Death Knight walked out of the Death Gate but didn't rush to attack Lin Yun.
It only stood there, emitting intense pressure. It was the kind of pressure that only peak powerhouses could release. Lin Yun inwardly assessed that this Death Knight should be at least level 38.
"Human, you disturbed our sleep…" A deafening roar echoed as the entire hold seemed to shake.
"In fact, I don't really want to disturb you…"
"You have to pay the price!" The Death Knight shouted as it raised its greatsword.
