At the far end of the chamber, Shadowlord Kilo appeared.
His robes were torn, and he was surrounded by an aura of darkness. It seemed that it was actually fixing his body…
His left arm was missing entirely, but they could tell that the Arcane Immortal was slowly recovering using the strange, silk-like darkness that was covering around his arm…
Still, his right eye was closed, and his aura had weakened a lot compared to before.
Everyone was shocked.
Even the most hardened officers, those who had fought alongside Kilo for decades, could not hide their reactions.
Gasps echoed through the hall, and a few stood frozen… They didn't expect that someone at the peak would be this heavily injured.
The others bowed instinctively, not out of fear but out of disbelief. The City Lord, who had once held back another Arcane Immortal when he was only a High Immortal, looked so defeated.
