The night breeze caressed the silent night like a light veil, and three figures stood on the top of a mountain in the distance, overlooking the temple area below.

The old ghost was dressed in a black cloak, and his puffy face was branded with some kind of strange magic circle with blood lines, and the magic circle lit up, and he stretched out his zombie-like white arms, and black silk threads flew from afar, submerging into the magic circle on his face.

"Looks like we guessed right." His eyes flickered like ghostly fire, as if they were being raised

Chapter 538 of "The Night Lasts Forever". The battle is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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