Elder Yao stepped forward directly, shielding everyone behind him.
Xiao Yan and the others immediately grew tense as well.
Xuan Yi and Feng Xian hurriedly moved to protect Xiao Yan and Mu Qing Luan.
Among everyone present, the two of them were the weakest.
If a fight broke out later, they would very likely be caught in the crossfire.
Although they did not know how strong their opponent was, Elder Yao's grave expression showed that the other party was no weakling.
He was very likely a Half Saint of the same level!
He might even be a Dou Saint!
Otherwise, Elder Yao, who had only just broken through, would not have been so vigilant.
One had to know that although Elder Yao was best at alchemy,
his own strength was also extremely formidable.
When he was young, he and Feng Xian had traveled Middle Continent together and explored countless ruins.
His strength had even surpassed Feng Xian's by quite a bit.
As soon as Elder Yao finished speaking, several people sensed a fluctuation in space.
"Hehehe!"
"I merely came to see which Eighth-grade Alchemist was here in the Elf Race Holy City."
"Cough, cough. I never expected it to be you!"
"Yao Chen!"
"You escaped from Mu Gu and the others back then."
"I never thought you would actually be resurrected!"
"Moreover, it seems your cultivation has even improved!"
"Cough, cough. This time, you will not escape calamity!"
An elderly man dressed in grayish-white robes slowly emerged from the Space Rift before them.
His body was hunched, and he leaned on a Skull Staff.
His eyes were deeply sunken, with two faint green flames flickering within them. He looked exceptionally sinister and strange.
Just then, the old man noticed Xiao Yang and Xuan Yi behind Elder Yao.
"Cough, cough. I