"Curses! Why are you here already?!" The Underworld Realm cultivator hissed, their voice echoing through the night air as they retreated into the shadows. However, three more figures donning the same outfit as the woman appeared, throwing the masked figure out of the shadows.
The masked figure crashed on the ground and slid against the cobblestone, their feet leaving trails of frost as they skidded to a stop. The hood of their robe was thrown back, revealing a man with a head of stark white hair and a pair of piercing purple eyes that glowed like amethysts in the moonlight.
He immediately performed some hand seals, performing a spell as the primal elements of darkness around him condensed into a whip, crackling with malevolent power. The whip of darkness shot out as it gradually solidified and split into numerous dark tendrils, aimed directly at the newcomers.
