Capítulo 407: Chapter 407: Such a familiar aura

Meanwhile, at the ruins of the Boulder tribe, once eradicated by Blackwood and his Azure Cloud forces, the air crackled with ominous energy.

The sky churned with thunderclouds as countless spectral figures formed from death energy drifted haphazardly across the tribe's former territory, Crestwood Hills.

Their presence was chilling, their silent screams and howls enough to send shivers down the spine of even the bravest Psychic.

These lost souls, dead for who knows how long, their consciousness long faded, still crawled from their final resting place, forming a spectral guard around the heart of Crestwood Hills.

And there, at the center of it all, stood a man.

The wind whipped around him, his tattered clothes billowing like flames. He reached out a hand, gently caressing a silver coffin.

"It's been over a hundred years. We meet again. Is this your spirit?"