Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!
More and more figures appeared.
Their dark Daoist robes almost blended into the darkness.
Mingshanzi had already changed his attire, wearing a navy blue crane cloak embroidered with the Beidou Seven Luminaries, a long sword on his back, and a specially crafted pouch at his waist filled with bamboo talismans. Combined with his crane-like thin figure, his demeanor was vastly different.
Previously ethereal like an immortal, now exuding a murderous aura.
The people beside him all seemed extraordinary.
There was an old white-haired Taoist, tall with a face full of scars, not carrying a sword but holding an old jujube wood Dharma Seal in his right hand. His knuckles were covered with patterns stained with vermillion, marks from thirty years of practicing the Thunder Technique...
