266 Divine Arts, Pseudo Core_2

He turned around, but suddenly he stopped in his tracks.

Ahead, at the dimly lit street corner, a figure in a black robe stood silently. The figure was tall and lean, wearing a purple, ferocious mask. His gaze was dark and chaotic, like a slowly swirling vortex.

In his right hand, he held a staff, a black wooden wand that twisted into a bizarre, delicate spiral. At the gripping area, astonishingly, was a human skull.

Within the skull, in the eye sockets, two tufts of eerie green ghostly fire burned.

Eternal Sleep Sect, a specialist Hypnotist.

"Hehehe, kill at will!"

"We have as many of these lowest-ranked Cult Members as needed, a batch can be trained in a year or two. These wastes, combined with the mask, could actually affect beings of our level, which is unexpected! However, the gap is too huge, hoping to take you down with them is simply unrealistic. Next, let me deal with you ..."

The figure in the black robe walked forward slowly, his voice husky and quietly chuckling.