The dark space set behind the Sinryong Hall.

The place resembled the black barrier that had once surrounded the skies above the hall.

Crack.

Out of the darkness stepped a figure with a half-mask and black hair—Amwang (暗王).

His right shoulder was missing an arm, and in his remaining hand, he held the severed limb. No blood flowed from the wound; the bleeding had already been stopped using his Qi.

“…”

With a calm expression, Amwang looked off into the distance. Amidst the thick forest of trees, a woman leaned against one of the trunks, waiting.

She appeared to be …