The Secret of The Demonic Artifact

Death of Lingbao Priest - Part One.

The Lingbao priest stood tall among the towering pine trunks, like a ferocious brute ready to terrorize the opposition.

The soft moonlight fell on his back, creating a shadow that looked long and mysterious, like a witch preparing to cast a spell.

Horsetail whisk's mane, his signature weapon, seemed to rustle in his hand, as if responding to the wind that blew softly between the pine trunks.

Its appearance seems very dramatic, like a demon that has just emerged from the darkness, creepy yet alluring.

Eadric Rong, who had predicted this would happen from the moment he left Yunshui Chun Village, simply snorted coldly and made a body-relieving gesture.

WUSH!

With incredible speed and precision, he leapt into the Flying Over Grass - a beautiful yet fast somersault.

In an instant, accompanied by a high-pitched whistling sound that broke the silence of the night, Eadric Rong's body was already on a level at a height of three meters.

With the sharp, gleaming Xingyin sword in his hand, he cha