C11 Wu Qingfeng

"What's this?" Ye Fann inquired, gesturing to the arcane formation surrounding them and looking to the Necromancer for answers. However, the Necromancer averted its gaze, clearly unwilling to respond.

Just then, a silhouette emerged from the blood pool. Golden sigils materialized around the perimeter, knitting together into a complex array. The figure's features were indistinct