The figure approaching quickly was a tall and robust man.
His skin was very pale, bald, with sinister eyes, and three gashes like knife cuts on each side of his cheeks. Cloaked in a black magic robe trimmed with wool, he cut through the thick fog like a fierce night owl on the hunt.
At the peak of a Level 3 Wizard's strength, nine Spiritual Power Crystals sparkled brightly in Ronan's perception.
The bald Black Robe exuded a thick aura of darkness and undead. He halted his flight a few hundred meters from Ronan and immediately saw the girl's corpse on the ground. He then cast his gaze upon Ronan and spoke coldly, "Did you kill this bitch?
Where's the ring?"
Ronan calmly opened his palm, and the silver ring slowly floated up from his palm.
"You mean this?"
The bald Black Robe didn't speak, but the cold gleam in his eyes said it all.
The atmosphere in the scene gradually became oppressive and thick with murderous intent, reaching a boiling point.
Suddenly!
