Bab 2493: The Shadow Triad

Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

The Elder of the Shadow Tribe was wearing a cloak with sawtooth designs upon it, which covered its legs. Only its strange and bulky figure was visible. 

It stood on the black sea, perfectly portraying the temperament of a God of Death. Its deep eyes had tagged every living creature in sight with the time of their death. 

Its one hand was dangling naturally to the side, while the other was propped up on the hilt of a long object it was carrying on its shoulder.

The object was obviously a scythe. The Elder of the Shadow Tribe often used it to slice open a creature's chest and hook their soul out.

"Tsk tsk tsk!" the Elder of the Shadow Tribe's laugh was oddly sinister.

It turned to Mo Fan.

It was extremely pleased with the Swamp of Darkness Mo Fan had prepared. It was showing Mo Fan its appreciation.