C904 The Identity of the Blackrobed Man

The black-robed figure seized the throat of the saint and sank his teeth into it. In the instant his teeth made contact, the vital essence within the saint flowed rapidly into the assailant's body.

"Save... save me!" Desperation filled the saint's eyes.

Despite his cultivation at the Holy Stage's Level One Heaven, he was as powerless as an ant in the clutches of the black-robed figure