After a few months of searching, the Night Stalker managed to collect hundreds of shards of the astral body and gather them in front of the ancient ruins.

However, to his surprise, these astral rubbles were piled up there, and the scene he expected did not appear for a long time.

It was only then that the Night Stalker remembered the black phantom he had imprisoned in his body.

He began to let his guard down, slowly banishing the black phantom imprisoned in his body.

Sure enough, when the faint black gas like mist swept through these fragments, the dim rubble burst into brilliant light in an instant.

In the face of the sudden strong light, the Night Stalker had already taken precautions, he took a step back in the air, and the night bat group around him quickly formed a strong physical barrier in front of him, completely blocking the light source.

The sizzle of a burned flesh began to echo in the Night Stalker's ears.

This is the burning sound of a strong light shining on the body of a dark night bat.

Large swaths of Night Bats continue to fall under the bright light, but fortunately, there are a large number of Night creatures, and after the death of a batch, there are more Night Bats one after another, sacrificing themselves to protect their kings in the black shadows.

Through the gaps in the swarms of bats, there were still sporadic bright lights piercing the barrier of the flesh wall and imprinting on the Night Stalker's body.

Just the skin that was shining by the bright light rose in bursts of white smoke.

The Night Demon King had a gloomy face, staring at the glowing halo in front of the wall of flesh, the anger in his heart was a little unbearable, if it weren't for his innate fear of strong light, he was afraid that he would have rushed out by now.

The bright light tossed in the air for dozens of seconds before it gradually dimmed.

When the light converged and the darkness took over, the Night Stalker angrily smashed the wall of flesh in front of him directly, and just as he was about to completely destroy the pile of rubble scattered on the ground, a deep black back suddenly appeared in the air above the rubble.

The Night Stalker paused, looking up and meeting the shadow silently.

This black shadow floating in mid-air was actually a woman.

It was dressed in a black gauze skirt, and the edges of the gauze skirt floated between the edges, and there were dark ripples that drifted like flying flotsam.

The first thing that caught the Night Stalker's attention was her ruby eyes, attractive red lips, plump breasts, and round, bouncy buttocks.

These parts that best reflect the seductive and sexy parts of women have been perfectly interpreted in her body at the moment.

However, beneath such a charming picture, a glimmer of strangeness flashed in the Night Stalker's eyes.

The pair of wicked horns above her head, and the one behind her

The twin episodes of evil, the fallen Demon Wings, reveal her in advance, the spiky thorns hidden under the petals of roses.

The black tail like an iron whip silently swam from behind its plump buttocks, sniffing out something in the air like a poisonous snake.

Looking at the figure of the woman in front of him, who was constantly dragged by the darkness and looked a little illusory, the Night Stalker felt that there seemed to be a transparent veil between the two, and no matter how hard he tried, he could never see each other's faces clearly.

A sense of danger that went straight to the heart of the night lord grew stronger and stronger in the heart of this silent confrontation.

But faintly, this sense of danger gives the Night Stalker a less real feeling, just like the shadow of the other party, illusory and ethereal.

Finally, the Night Stalker broke the silence early, "Who are you?"

The dark shadow let out a sinister but incomparably charming woman's laugh in the air, "Is this how you talk to the goddess of the night?"

Hearing the words "Goddess of the Night", the Night Stalker's pupils suddenly closed.

The goddess of the night has always been the supreme god of their dark night clan, but he has only heard of this god that only exists in legends, but he has not seen the fact.

Now that such a character who only exists in his own fantasy suddenly appears in front of him, how can the Night Stalker not be shocked.

However, after a short period of horror, there was a hint of suspicion, which quickly occupied his heart.

"The Goddess of the Night?"

The Night Stalker muttered softly, his words filled with undeserved doubts.

Before the dark shadow could react, the Night Stalker's aura suddenly froze.

Immediately, the darkness behind him suddenly surged into chaos, "You almost made me believe that you are the goddess of the night, but unfortunately, you ignored one thing. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the Night Stalker's cheeks suddenly opened, and a sharp roar containing the power of crippled fear pierced the darkness and shrouded the way forward.

This black shadow, who called herself the goddess of the night, was suddenly shocked out dozens of meters away by the power of crippled fear.

After stabilizing his body, the dark shadow roared angrily at the Night Stalker with a sharp roar of disbelief, "You... How do you know?"

The other party's reaction had already proved that the Night Stalker's guess was right, he smiled coldly, and replied in a contemptuous tone: "Although I haven't really seen the true body of the Night Goddess, I firmly believe that the kind of aura that the real Night Goddess has is definitely above me, although you have disguised it well, but your strength is too weak, and too much concealment will only reveal flaws, so... ”

Looking at the Night Stalker who was about to explode in front of him with all his might, the black shadow suddenly retreated, dissipating into a cloud of black smoke and completely disappearing into the air.

In fact, for this imposter who suddenly appeared, Night Stalker had already guessed that he must have been transformed into a black illusion.

As soon as he thought of this, a sense of insult from being played by others made him completely go crazy.

The creatures of the night, pouring out the Night Stalker's endless rage, destroyed all the rubble that had piled up in front of the ancient ruins.

After venting a little more, the Night Stalker stared at the dark darkness around him for a long time, leaving a sinister smile in the void before leading the clan away.

I don't know how long it took, somewhere in the dark shadows, the black phantom condensed and appeared again.

He glanced around a little helplessly, the gravel dust that had been completely shattered into slag, a kind of helplessness and depression, and he regretted it suddenly.

Unexpectedly, his move not only failed to help him, but single-handedly threw himself into the bottomless abyss.