"Mo Ke!" The Great Elder of the Demon Cloud Clan broke through Old Ma's defenses and looked down at the figure disappearing into thin air. His eyes were bloodshot, and power rolled out from him in violent waves.
Mo Ke had been slain like this. He had been killed without a chance to react. And it was not only Mo Ke; other cultivators of the Demon Cloud Clan had been killed by a single attack as well. They had all been slain.
The Great Elder of the Demon Cloud Clan raised his head and looked up at Blind Tie. His deep, dark eyes were filled to the brim with murderous intent.
However, Blind Tie ignored him. This hammer had been his obsession for so many years, but he felt very little joy or appreciation in his heart. He felt only calm.
In the past, he and Mo Ke had been very close and had called each other brothers. But he never would have thought that he was plotting against him. It was only through the divine art of spying that he had saved his own life.
