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The sky was dimming, bathed in the afterglow of sunset.
A trace of the dying day's light shone upon the eerie Taoist, casting a cadaverous sallow over him.
Mo Hua's breath hitched, his heart pounding wildly.
Even though he had never seen this Taoist before, the aura was eerily familiar.
The Big Demon Feng Xi of Tongxian City who had been resurrected from death.
The half-step Taoist Demon of South Yue City, king of ten thousand corpses.
And that shadowy, deathly still figure that arose in his Sea of Consciousness whenever he silently recited the Taoist's name...
All had an aura identical to this man's.
A tremor ran through Mo Hua's heart.
This was the person, the Demon Sect Cultivator whom his master had forbidden him to think about, let alone mention—the one of extreme cruelty and ferocity...
Gui Tao's people!!
Elsewhere, the Golden Core Demon Cultivators beheld the Taoist with expressions ranging from solemn, to puzzled, to disdainful.
