The night was like water, stars scattered across the sky.
Su Yi strode beyond a desolate wilderness, his robes fluttering in the evening breeze, looking quite carefree.
Suddenly, he came to a silent halt.
"Since Black Mist Abyss, you have been trailing behind me. A full day and night have passed—why not show yourself?"
Su Yi spoke softly.
The four fields lay desolate; mountains and rivers were soundless.
Silently, a wisp of mist stirred in the distant night and abruptly took the form of a gaunt, elderly figure.
It was an old man dressed in a worn, tattered cloth robe, his beard and hair unkempt.
His face was covered by a Bronze Mask, revealing only a pair of hollow, indifferent eyes.
Su Yi frowned slightly.
This person's aura was exceedingly strange, steeped in deathly energy, like an ancient corpse that had been dead for untold ages. It was deeply bizarre.
"You..."
Just as Su Yi was about to say something, the old man in the cloth robe attacked outright!
Swoosh!
His figure vanished from thin air. The next instant, he appeared before Su Yi, the five fingers of his right hand stabbing forward like sharp swords.
It was simple, yet incomparably fierce and tyrannical.
Su Yi's pupils contracted. There was no time to evade, so he raised a palm to block.
Boom!
The void for a thousand feet around them suddenly collapsed and exploded, shaking the mountains and rivers.
An endlessly violent force of destruction swept through the ten directions, shattering the clouds at the horizon and grinding countless horrifying cracks into the earth.
Su Yi was actually staggered backward by that blow. His blood and qi churned violently, leaving him in a rather miserable state.
He could not help but feel startled.
What overwhelming strength this Old Guy possessed!