The gray-robed old man descended with an overwhelming aura, a pressure so powerful that even Ye Xiwen found it formidable. It was completely different from that golden-robed man before—a truly absolute oppression.
Ye Xiwen's expression changed at once. This was likely an expert who had reached the Late Stage of Death Mystic Realm, perhaps even the Peak Stage of Death Mystic Realm.
A measure of vigilance rose within him. This gray-robed old man had come with ill intent; at the very least, he was no friend.
Although Ye Xiwen had long known that many old monsters in the Mystic Realm Battlefield were seeking their final chance to attain godhood and prove the Dao, he had never encountered one before. This was his first time.
Especially because of Jun Dingtian and the opening of the Nameless Dao Academy, even more old monsters who had formerly remained in seclusion and done nothing but cultivate had emerged one after another.
These old monsters roamed the Mystic Realm Battlefield. Who knew when one might run into one of them? It could even be said that these eccentric, mercurial old monsters were more terrifying than the powerful fiends native to the Mystic Realm Battlefield itself.
The moment the old man arrived, the way he looked at Ye Xiwen was already exceedingly unfriendly.
"Who are you?" This gray-robed old man had apparently been part of this group all along, only leaving earlier.
"Old Yue, he is an old friend of mine, Ye Xiwen!" Hua Menghan bit her lower lip slightly before finally speaking. She did not directly reveal the relationship between them, as Ye Xiwen had secretly instructed her through voice transmission.
The gray-robed old man before them was immensely powerful, and his attitude was unclear. Provoking the golden-robed man was one thing, but if they