The Soul of the Dark God of Blackened Hearts

Adam whirled around to see who had just spoken.

His sword stabbed through a mass of black smoke, and he only saw a pair of white eyes and a mouth of sharp teeth within the smoke.

'What?'

Adam frowned, backstepped, and went behind the crystal, his sword ready to slash down. It was almost like he was holding the crystal hostage.

He didn't expect to meet some kind of smoke monster. After all, he was clearly touched in the shoulder just now, and he believed if he removed his sleeve, there would be a handprint on his shoulder.

"Who are you, insolent pig?" The smoke monster hissed, its voice echoing in the dark cavern.

It wanted to approach the young man, but he touched the crystal with his sword, scratching the blade across the smooth, jagged surface.

The smoke monster stopped.

'Calamity never mentioned this smoke monster. Is it the guardian of the crystal?'

"Ha, ha, ha, ha."