Capítulo 732: Dark Laughter

"Sister? Who are you talking about?" the sect master asked, not connecting the names right away, being too preoccupied with the terrifying magical form of the young man in front of him.

The magical form of the master of Nixlas' Shadows was not simple. He was one of those who had the most elemental affinity with darkness in his sect, having a high purity of his element, which had guaranteed him the possibility of becoming an Archmage with only a thousand years of cultivation.

His form was the cypress, a tree often seen in cemeteries across the continent. In particular, his magical form took the shape of this tree, giving him powers capable of sucking the life out of his targets, absorbing enemy mana and using it to his advantage, being able to use it defensively, but also as a support power.

There were many ways to use his magical form, especially considering his six pentagrams, which followed the following configuration: yellow, orange, yellow, green, cyan, cyan.