The black light strangely rose from his chest. A voice that sounded like the voice of a demon from hell echoed in his mind. His soul was slowly penetrated by a gray-black substance, and his eyes became empty and empty.
After a successful strike, the devil beast flapped its wings and flew out of the ground. It slanted its body and stopped in front of the animal-skin swordsman with a proud expression that couldn't be expressed. A gloomy and inexplicable laughter pierced the crowd, and it was the demon beast facing the animal-skin swordsman, "Be my puppet."
All kinds of noises came one after another. In the Secret Valley, the captors walked out of the valley in small groups of two or three. Some of them were messy-dressed, but their faces were still full of anger. Soon, like a river converg
