A Man Like None Other

Chapter 5330

He didn’t rush to exert his speed, but instead spread his spiritual consciousness outward, like an invisible net, carefully scanning his surroundings. Then, he took a step forward, his figure like a ghostly golden light, plunging deep into the Black Wind Mountains.

Visibility in the miasma was extremely low, blurring beyond three meters, with only the faint outlines of trees visible.

From time to time, the roars of demonic beasts echoed in his ears, sometimes deep as thunder, sometimes sharp as whistles, punctuated by faint, eerie whispers, as if countless resentful spirits were watching from the shadows.

David remained focused and alert, his feet silently executing the Fire Control Step. His figure moved through the forest with almost no sound, save for the occasional snap of dead branches, quickly drowned out by the surrounding clamor.

His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, able to pick up the slightest movement even in the dim light.

Soon, a faint fluctuation of spiritual energy reached his senses. David paused and quietly hid in the canopy of a towering ancient tree. Gazing down through the gaps between the branches, he saw a simple yet heavily guarded camp hidden in the valley not far away. Dozens

of black-robed monks from the Evil Dao Hall were training in the camp, wielding bone blades forged from the bones of demonic beasts. A thick black aura lingered around the blades, and each strike was accompanied by a sharp, air-piercing sound.

These monks’ faces were filled with ferocious expressions, their eyes flashing a bloodthirsty red, and a sinister aura lingered around them, clearly cultivating the evil techniques of the Evil Dao Hall.

of the camp, an altar,

meters tall, its eye sockets gleaming with a faint green light. A thick green mist swirled around the altar’s

struggling and roaring within the green

“Hmph!”

intent, and the golden light

extracted after being brutally slaughtered

suddenly accelerated, shooting out from the treetops like an arrow. His Dragon Slaying Sword sliced ​​through the air, releasing a stream of unparalleled

“Swish!”

the throats of three black-robed cultivators whose backs

air and leaving behind

“Intruders!”

the camp were instantly alerted, turning

a stark contrast to the evil aura, a flicker of