C232 Jiang Dao Made His Move

Jiang Dao whirled around, his gaze sweeping the area behind him. Amidst the oppressive darkness, a vague black silhouette emerged, shrouded in mist, its features indiscernible.

The figure stood still, as motionless as a scarecrow.

Monk Fayuan, clutched in Jiang Dao's grasp, suddenly displayed a look of terror. "It's that Evil Spirit!"

Jiang Dao's eyes narrowed