C457 The Unknown 'evil'!
The Ethereal Vial glided along the ocean floor.
Mo Yan, a young man from the Devil Palace, caressed the Shadowblade, a weapon as heavy as a mountain, with the tenderness one might show when stroking a beloved's skin. His eyes brimmed with adoration.
"Chi-la!"
A tiny spark of blood shot from his fingertip, zipping into the body of the Devil Blade
