C678 A Sword from the East

Mill stood in the middle of a forest with a gloomy expression on his face.

The Black Mages of the Silk Weavers around him also had ugly expressions on their faces.

They had actually lost him.

Mill took out the skull once again, but this time, the illusion of Su Fei, Nia, and Big Yellow dissipated like smoke when they ran here.

The illusion stopped abruptly.

Mill said angrily