401 Communicating: Part 3

"Ugff!!"

Lin Sheng stabbed his blade into the body of a dark spirit and twisted the blade.

Amidst a chilling scream, the dark spirit turned into ash as a dark spirit bead dropped onto the ground.

Picking up the dark spirit bead, Lin Sheng sat on the ground.

He was right in the middle of a sea of hills, and all around him were dark spirit beads.

There was a rather considerable tribe of dark spirits in the area. Lin Sheng had originally thought that they were all independent units. But here, Lin Sheng had even realized that dark spirits actually have names.

"Come out." Lin Sheng sat with his eyes closed on the hill, as he suddenly spoke in Deviltongue.

It was all quiet as a mighty dark red warrior in lightning-rune armor slowly walked up the hill.

"Djall Demonhand, here to meet you."