"Run quickly!"
Under the impact of divine sense within Xiao Yi's primordial spirit, Fang Tianchi and others also awakened from the state of their senses being sealed.
Every face still carried a bewildered expression.
Then they heard Xiao Yi's urgent roar.
Each of them was stunned.
Then they saw around them in the dense emerald fog, one transparent figure after another gradually appeared, their bodies continuously enveloped by black smoke, turning jet black.
Each existence seemed dressed in a tattered black cloak.
From their hands, a black scythe continuously manifested.
Under the cloak, on the faceless and pitch-black visage, two eyes gleamed blood-red, like two embedded rubies.
Giving off an extremely eerie and terrifying sensation.
Their bodies emanated an evil aura, carrying the scent of death.
"Are these... Death Servants?"
Tongtian's scalp tingled instantly, exclaiming out loud.
Death Servants?
Everyone was taken aback.
They quickly thought of that legend.
