As Ma Biao's words fell, everyone looked over and saw a man slowly walking out from the empty void.
This man had a long face, sparse eyebrows, a somewhat large nose, and eyes like those of an eagle. A scar like a centipede stretched from just below his earlobe up to the bridge of his nose, adding to his appearance a seven-part cold-blooded and sinister air, making him seem quite aged.
He was the Elder Mo that Ma Biao mentioned; indeed, he was quite demonic. He slightly raised the corner of his mouth and looked at the group of people.
"Master!!!"
"Originally, the plan was for you to make a move later, but since they're all here,"
"might as well catch them all."
Ma Biao suddenly knelt down and respectfully addressed the man.
"Good, you've done well!!"
Elder Mo walked up to Ma Biao, stroking Ma Biao's head, his eyes flashing with a dark light.
"Master... what are you doing!!"
"My head hurts so much!"
"I can't take it, kill me!"
