This was a middle-aged man with a stern face and cold, deep-set eyes.
He merely stood there casually, yet to An Yunzi, he felt like an immovable ancient demon god, bringing him an intense feeling of suffocation.
That face, that gaze—they constantly overlapped with the figure in his memories. The Lord of the Myriad Demon Sect!
An Yunzi's heart jolted violently, but he quickly regained his composure.
His eyes narrowed slightly as he said in a low voice, "Sect Master, I truly never expected that you were still alive."
"I'm afraid that even the two old devils Blood River and Black Cloud never imagined you were still in this world, did they?"
"But I'm curious. You clearly had the chance to stop me from killing Blood River, so why..."
"Why did I let you kill him?" The Lord of the Myriad Demon Sect curled his lips. "He was just an ant. One more or one less makes no difference."
An Yunzi's brows furrowed slightly, and he instinctively took a step back.
But the Lord of the Myriad Demon Sect seemed to see through his thoughts and said, "Are you afraid?"
An Yunzi was just about to speak when he suddenly sensed something and immediately retreated explosively.
But he was still a little too late.
An ancient mirror emerged, and terrifying power descended in suppression.
The black mist instantly melted away, while a shrill scream echoed throughout the entire Myriad Demon Sect.
Boom!
Amid an earth-shaking explosion, a figure in an utterly battered state shot out beneath the gazes of the many Myriad Demon Sect disciples.
An Yunzi's hair hung loose, and half his body had already been blasted apart. The black mist that had originally filled the area around him had become incredibly thin, while his entire aura had weakened