No wonder Huang Qingyun had not resisted much when she stopped the Purple River Clan's Saint Son, Jiang Yuan, earlier. After pretending to be stopped by Huang Qingyun, he had simply allowed Lin Bai to leave.
Judging from the current situation, it was not that Huang Qingyun had stopped the Purple River Clan's Saint Son. Rather, it seemed that the Purple River Clan's Saint Son had stopped Huang Qingyun, giving Lin Bai a chance to venture alone into the depths.
The mysterious elder walked to the edge of the blood pool and chatted with Lin Bai like an old friend. Not the slightest trace of cultivation power or killing intent showed on him. He was amiable, like an ordinary old man.
But Lin Bai had already guessed that this person's origins were extraordinary. He was probably an ancestor-level figure from the Purple River Clan.
Although Lin Bai could not see through his cultivation, he should at least be a martial artist of the Primal Chaos Dao Fruit Realm.
The elder withdrew his gaze from the heart at the center of the blood pool and looked toward Lin Bai with a smile. "Right now, most of the Chu Kingdom's forces are tied down at the front, while the small force led by Wolf Marquis has also been intercepted by the martial artists of my Purple River Clan."
"Wolf Marquis is here alone. I'm afraid there's no hope of turning the tide."
"If Wolf Marquis has any last words, you'd better start entrusting them to us!"
The elder's tone was calm, but Lin Bai had already heard the killing intent in his words.
Lin Bai was not particularly surprised. Instead, he asked, "Senior, are you an ancestor of the Purple River Clan?"
"Something like that." The elder smiled and nodded without hiding