"Good, good, good. What two tender-skinned little dolls. This old man hasn't eaten such tender blood food in many years, tsk tsk..."
The old man was covered head to toe in filth and grime. Even Gusu Hanxing, who had seen much of the world, could not identify his true identity.
Yet both his words and the aura of his cultivation made one thing abundantly clear to them.
Once they fought him, they would undoubtedly die.
Qin Shaofeng frowned deeply.
He had never expected that the dangers of this land had no intention of attacking them, yet their flight would attract such an old monster instead.
The gap in cultivation was simply too vast.
No matter how many ingenious schemes he possessed, he did not know what to say for the moment.
The old man did not care what they were thinking.
In a flash, he appeared before them and reached out to grab Qin Shaofeng, who was flying in front.
At the same time.
Qin Shaofeng clearly saw a Spatial Rift appear directly along the old man's path of attack.
The old man's cultivation was far beyond theirs. How could he fail to notice it?
But his hand had already reached Qin Shaofeng. Even if he wanted to retract it, he would first need to be faster than the formation of the Spatial Rift.
The facts proved that his speed was nowhere near comparable to the Spatial Rift.
The Spatial Rift appeared, and without a trace of blood being seen, the old man's outstretched right hand had already been severed into two pieces.
"Ah!"
The old man screamed, "How is this possible? The rules of the Spatial Rifts in this area were long since mastered by this old man. Besides, you two flew like that without incident—why did one appear