"Hahaha, you people from the Black Demon Sect are truly worthy descendants of Old Dog Azraeth. You all share his arrogance, blinded by overconfidence, unable to see the true gravity of today's events!" Ethan's words echoed across the cold lake, lips curving into a smile of disdain.
"Ancestor?!"
Ashen's voice cracked with fury, his eyes burning with disrespect for Ethan's mockery. "How dare you insult the ancestors of the Black Demon Sect! I will crush you to ashes today!"
While Ashen spoke, the Black Death Formation swelled with malevolent power. Thick demonic energy surged wildly, enveloping half of Echo Lake like a foreboding tempest.
Ripples roiled across the formation's barrier as a blood-red light pulsed steadily inward through five formation eyes scattered around the lake's edge. Those ripples intensified, heralding a terrifying attack coalescing at the heart of the formation.
