The leader was a man around thirty years old.
He had black hair reaching his neck, with a face chiseled like it was carved by a knife, his eyes carrying a hint of a smile.
However, beneath that smile lay a sharp ferocity.
Especially, hanging on his chest was a pendant resembling a bone.
It gave off an aura that was chilling and cold.
"Young Witch Master!"
At this moment, Sun Long shouted.
This was none other than the Young Witch Master of the Black Witch Lineage, Meng Yunhe.
Furthermore, he wasn't the only one who had come to the ancient residence.
Following behind him were numerous magic experts from the Black Witch Lineage.
Especially standing beside Meng Yunhe.
There was a burly man, about 2 meters tall.
His muscles were knotted, his skin showing a bronze hue.
It was as if he had been cast in molten iron.
His presence exuded immense power.
Also, his face wore a vacant expression, like a puppet.
