C860 They Rushed out of the Ancient City
"The Desolate Spirit Clan..."
The Soul Manor Lord glanced at the Illusory Soul Clan's patriarch, whose form had been twisted beyond recognition by torture, and lifted his gaze, his eyes narrowing beneath a shroud of gray.
"So many years in hiding, and now, it seems it's time to emerge once more..."
He murmured, a cold smirk playing at the corners of his mouth
