In the ruins of what had remained of the Warring Beasts Forest, every outer disciple unconsciously raised their head and looked at the figure in the sky above, who had just walked out of the broken gate.
The figure was that of a middle aged man, whose entire body was covered in strange, black tattoos.
These tattoos were composed of countless tiny runes and just one glance caused the outer disciple's eyes to sting.
When the black-robed cultists saw this middle aged man, their eyes became blurry and they immediately started howling loudly, while they shouted in a loud voice.
"My Lord!"
"The Lord of Corruption!"
"May this world become corrupted!"
Their voices was the only sound in the forest and it was quite conspicuous.
However, no one had any time to care about them.
Even though the so-called Lord of Corruption didn't take any action at all, every outer disciple felt that their thoughts were starting to slow down.