Rebirth

Rong Huan Xuan cussed out, hurriedly hiding in the bronze casket. He naturally now knew that things weren't right, but the Demon Birth Sword was not fake, and he still wanted it. However, the black smoke's presence and the patterns that appeared on his body were completely the same, so he wouldn't dare to let it come close, naturally hiding in the bronze casket at once.

As for his arm and the Demon Birth Sword, he'd claim it back with time.

His ideas were very optimistic, but reality was too cruel!

The black smoke's speed was far faster than the speed at which he hid.

Ling Han could dodge in time because he only needed to think to enter the Black Tower, but Rong Huan Xuan couldn't; he needed to crawl inside the bronze casket, and the two's speeds could not be compared at all.

Xiu, he still hadn't diven into the bronze casket, but the black smoke had already bore into his body.