The War - From The Ground Level (2)

The warm desert wind brushed past Lith's shoulder, swaying his loose cloak along. His hood cast a sharp shadow on the ground, but like a stone statue he stood still and waited. 

Soon enough, the altar shook and after a dark flash, a heavy suppression made everyone in the settlement shudder. 

The surroundings turned dim, as if the sun never existed, and a lanky figure with flowing black hair, wearing loose white daoist robes, appeared.

Intense bloodlust seeped out from him along with an aura of death, as if the man was a decomposing corpse. 

As Lith eyed him, the man's face turned in his direction. It was devoid of any nourishment and seemed almost skeletal. 

"A King Rank in this dumpster?" The man cracked his neck. "Good. You will be a good material for refining."

The man's body disappeared in a flash.

Lith took his sword out and slashed the air beside his waist.