The desert should have been scorching, yet after being ravaged by Lin Ran's domineering Dou Technique, the nearly barren world suddenly grew somewhat damp at this moment.
Faintly, tiny raindrops could be heard pattering down from the sky.
All of these changes had been brought about by the white-robed old man who had appeared out of nowhere.
To use the vast Dou Qi within one's body to stir changes in the energy of heaven and earth—such strength had long surpassed the limits of ordinary people. Coupled with his methods of tearing through space and sealing it off, everything displayed the newcomer's power.
"Dou Zun..."
Lin Ran stared fixedly at the white-robed old man, his heart full of helplessness.
He knew that people like Xiao Yan and Yao Chen, who belonged to the original story's main plotline, would be difficult to kill, but he had not expected them to be this difficult to kill.
Xiao Yan had not even left the Tagor Desert yet, nor had he set foot on Misty Cloud Sect even once. He was a complete beginner still stuck in the starter village, yet people had repeatedly stepped forward to protect him.
And now, he had even summoned a Dou Zun!
Moreover, this fellow was a Dou Zun from the Ancient Clan!
The Ancient Clan was an ancient great clan. The depth of its foundations was simply beyond comparison with ordinary factions.
The white-robed old man glanced indifferently at the unconscious Xiao Yan behind him, as well as Yao Chen, whose soul was on the verge of dispersing. A hint of surprise appeared in his eyes. "Venerable Yao, Yao Chen?"
"It is this old man. Many thanks for your assistance, sir..."
Yao Chen spoke weakly. He did not know the white-robed old man, but judging from his actions,