The man appeared unexpectedly, but as soon as he did, he attracted many people's attention.
This was a man wearing a mask, dress in a black robe, emanating a sense of mystery. He walked into the ancient battlefield and began advancing step by step.
"Who is this guy? Have we seen him before?"
"I don't know, but he seems powerful."
"He's moving so fast. Can't he sense the Demon Qi in this ancient battlefield?"
...
Everyone was surprised. The masked man's strides were steady, as if he wasn't affected by the murderous energy in the place.
Wang Erdan and his group all stared at the masked man, their eyes filled with confusion and dread.
Fang Lin also looked at the masked man, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. He felt a sense of familiarity about the masked man, but he couldn't quite place it.
But one thing was certain: this masked man was extremely formidable, carrying an unimaginable murderous energy that has taken him to the depth where Wang Erdan and his group were.
