Dark Magic

"Yes." The two of them responded and looked at each other. 

"The two of you guard the manor. I will go outside to take a look."

After she had given them instructions, she walked outside and stepped out of the formation. She saw that the surrounding leaves were not moving and a bloodthirsty coldness exuded from her lips. 

"Why are you hiding? What? Are you afraid?"

"Haha, so you are Xiang Hua's new master? Chu Batian's successor?" A dark voice drifted out, and then a man in a black cape and a long scar on his face appeared.

When the man walked out, the people who were hiding in the woods also came out and followed behind him. The breath on every one of them was not condensed, dark magic breath slowly permeated the air, the breath was bloodthirsty and wicked. When Feng Jiu saw the bloodthirsty air around these people, she knew immediately that they were demonic cultivators.