The voice was ancient, like the grotesque call of an old duck. A dark figure leapt up four or five meters high, then fell heavily to the ground with a smack, ending in a solid thud.
Zhou Heng and Han Yulian both fixed their eyes on the dark shadow, their faces showing immense surprise.
"Two greenhorns daring to brazenly stare at me, really asking for death!" The dark shadow picked itself up, then stretched its limbs, "Let me first loosen my muscles; it's been hundreds of years since I've moved!"
Zhou Heng and the other stood still, numbly staring at the dark figure before them.
They had even seen a living skeleton before and thought there was nothing in the world that could scare them anymore. But this dark mass in front of them... damn, it was not a human but a donkey, a Black Donkey with not a hint of any other fur.
It was known that Demon Beasts could cultivate and possess considerable Spiritual Wisdom, but they had never heard of one that could talk!
