Da da da~
A small figure slowly emerged from the area where the Demonic Qi was most intense.
It was less than five feet tall, its body hunched like a dried-up old tree root, entirely black as ink, with skin clinging tightly to its bones, devoid of any hair, resembling a bald black monkey.
Its limbs were thin yet unusually strong, the sharp claws extending from its fingertips glimmering with a ghostly green cold light, measuring three inches long; its head slightly bowed, revealing a pair of crimson eyes through the gaps of its tousled black hair, its chilling gaze fixated on Qin Tian, displaying unabashed greed, as if assessing a rare treasure.
Qin Tian's brows furrowed sharply, his gaze instinctively sweeping to the ice platform—the originally robust black knuckle had unexpectedly shrunk by a significant margin, the skin dry and wrinkled, like the withered wood that had lost all its moisture.
