The figure, shrouded in black mist and bound by chains, made a clear, melodious clanging sound with each step it took.
This is the forging master He 'invited' for the Asura.
On this side of the portal, no one greeted the master blacksmith. The surrounding area was deserted for miles around. Even the shadow guarding the Eternal Forest received a message to avoid this area.
A black coffin was placed in front of the teleportation portal.
"hehe--"
"They even managed to get this person to come; they really think highly of me."
The master blacksmith, bound by shackles, sneered repeatedly.
"Wu Heng, you might as well just kill me with your sword!"
A white robe fluttered slightly, and a voice carrying a hint of joy drifted over.
Is this really true?
Blanch!
Behind him, a burst of sword light shone brightly. The demonic blacksmith rushed out of the teleportation array in two strides.
Even though she was fast enough, the sword was faster than her!
A wisp of sword energy landed on her back, causing her aura to plummet.
The once calm black coffin began to tremble.
Upon seeing the black coffin tremble, the demon blacksmith was suddenly frightened.
She could feel the intense killing intent locking onto her!
The one inside the black coffin is someone who has embarked on the two paths to godhood: death and slaughter!
Level 990 - Heavenly War God, also has a title that is deliberately hidden:
[Semi-Godlike]!
A quasi-god of slaughter, a quasi-god of death, so close to the opponent, and still locked on like this...
If it were anyone else, the demonic blacksmith master might have a chance of survival.
But the one in the black coffin, unfortunately, isn't quite right in the head!
The demon blacksmith, with a hint of despair and a sob in his voice, growled...
"Wu Heng, we made a promise!"
“This place… is not under His jurisdiction.”
The old man's hoarse voice came from inside the black coffin.
"I'll kill her, and in return, I'll give Shura two SS-grade equipment pieces. How about that?"
The black coffin was placed here to prevent the demon blacksmith master from causing trouble.
After all, as a master forger, she herself is very strong, no weaker than Xue Meng.
Who would have thought that after seeing the other party, the black coffin had only one thought in its mind—to kill the demon!
Under the bright moonlight, a figure appeared silently beside the black coffin.
"Can't."
An ordinary middle-aged man gently placed his hand on the black coffin.
The black coffin immediately stopped shaking and became quiet, and the murderous aura receded like the tide.
A single sentence, a single action.
Without any special means, the Heavenly War God, who was on the verge of losing control and going berserk, was instantly calmed down, all his violent and murderous aura was gathered up, and he obeyed the other party's orders.
The demon blacksmith trembled as he raised his head to look at the other person.
In his heart, he had already guessed the other party's identity—Nightmare!
The middle-aged man gave a kind smile and said softly,
"This area is under my jurisdiction."
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