Chapter 871: Silent World (II)

An old man in red blazing blade armor was waiting on a hill. His gaze was sharp as he focused on the entrance of a massive mine. As he checked the hour and saw no one in the surroundings, a cold light appeared in his eyes.

"Hmph, Dark Mask, you dare to refuse our summon. A dog that doesn't obey the orders of his master should be put down."

The old Atrox sneered as he stood up and prepared to leave. He did not care that Dark Mask would not arrive and was happy since it meant he could track the man, kill him, and take all the wealth of the Tier 1 Dark Faction. 

Yet the moment the old Atrox turned around and prepared to march into Dark Hand's headquarters, his eyes widened. Pure shock appeared on his face as he saw a man with a red mask standing less than a meter before him.