Stebarin edged close to Soul Devourer and murmured, "My Lord, we still have fighters. One more victory, and the Ritual Manual is ours."
Soul Devourer lifted his chin. "Who among you will challenge next?"
The command cracked through the Demonic Cultivators like a whip.
For a heartbeat, the Demonic Cultivators went silent. Later, a figure appeared in the middle of the battlefield.
It was a young man in a black robe, wearing a mask that only showed his cold eyes.
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