At this moment, the whole arena went deathly silent, just waiting for the next move this middle-aged man would make.
The disciples attacked by their grandmaster were still on the verge of death, and if the middle-aged man wished for it, he would take their lives in the blink of an eye, sucking all of their vitality dry.
The altar which looked quite magnificent and grand from the outside was no more than a bunch of stones gathered together at this moment. Only the black greatsword hovering above it saved its glorious appearance.
The middle-aged man, after finishing with the annoying altar that was kind of the source of the Shadow Bringer's hidden power during the years, turned his head to look at the old man right next to him; no emotion was displayed on his face whatsoever, but only indifference.
" You have to give me an answer now since your next words will determine how I proceed with my actions."
