The Laughing Irony

"That little bastard!"

Drax cursed as an invisible chained tightened around his neck. His cultivation oddly had fallen to the fifth qi condensation.

Walking beside him was an odd demon beast that appeared to be a mixture of a slug and a frog, It followed Drax where ever he went.

There was something peculiar about the two's interaction. It appeared they were both conversing however it was evident the demon beast had not arrived at the ninth stage as of yet.

A chill coursed through his body as he thought about the origins of the chains. They were made of shadows which were cause for alarm.

All knew that there were two elements that were quite rare among the lot. They were a higher tier compared to the rest, these two were light and darkness.

It wasn't as rear however in demon beast as they were a different species.