The furious voice had barely rung out.
Bao Ye, whose mind was controlled by Burning Lamp Buddha, had already struck with the Dao light gathered in his right hand.
It looked like a casual gesture, but in truth, it was a full-force blow that had been building for a long time.
The old man naturally would not sit still and await death.
His eyes were bloodshot, his beard and hair bristling in fury. A beast-like roar burst from his lips as his hands formed seals and pushed forward.
Boom!!
Blazing light raged.
A destructive torrent spread outward, and the dilapidated little city engulfed by yellow sands was reduced to nothing in an instant.
This stretch of heaven and earth seemed to explode, the void thrown into chaos as all directions trembled.
The old man flew backward like a kite with its string cut, blood spraying from his mouth and nose.
Before his body had even fallen from midair, someone caught him.
"Old Yan?"
The old man's eyes widened. "You're not dead!?"
The newcomer was none other than Yan Chi Zhen.
"If I were dead, how could I have seen you looking so spineless and pathetic!"
Yan Chi Zhen was livid.
The old man's expression was complicated, his face full of shame.
"Those caught in the game cannot see it clearly. Wuyu's mistake was trusting those enemies' promises too much."
A calm voice rang out.
Along with it, Su Yi and River Child, holding a Black Umbrella, appeared out of thin air.
"You are..."
The old man was startled and uncertain.
In the distance, Bao Ye said calmly, "Naturally, he is Yi Dao Xuan's reincarnation. In this life, he is named Su Yi."
The old man shuddered, disbelief written across his face. "Th-this is true?"
Yan Chi Zhen, standing to one