"Seeking death!"
The Withered Elder watched the attacks blot out the sky, madness flashing in his eyes.
He knew he had underestimated these two young people.
Their strength was far greater than he had imagined.
But he would never admit defeat.
He would make these two ignorant fools understand that the dignity of the Sacred Hall Guardian Clan could not be challenged!
"Roar!"
The Withered Elder let out a bellow that sounded nothing like a human cry. The Beast Bone Scepter in his hand erupted with an unprecedented black light.
An even more immense, wicked power of death burst from his body!
Boom!
A deafening explosion rang out before the Wilderness Sacred Hall.
Golden holy light, blue light of judgment, and black light of death crashed together in midair.
A violent storm of energy swept in every direction.
No one knew how long passed.
The clashing lights slowly faded.
The world grew clear once more.
In midair, the Withered Elder, clad in a pitch-black sacrificial robe, still hovered in place.
But now, all traces of his earlier arrogance were gone.
Shock was written all over his face.
Even the hem of his robe was scorched black.
Opposite him, the two figures in blue and white looked rather battered.
Blood trickled from the corners of their mouths.
Their faces had gone pale.
The hands gripping their swords trembled slightly.
Clearly, they had also suffered serious injuries in that earth-shaking collision.
But in the end, they were still standing.
Li Xiaoyu looked at him and spoke slowly, his voice steady.
"Senior, will you still try to stop us?"
The Withered Elder fell silent.
He looked at Li Xiaoyu, his cloudy eyes filled with conflicting emotions.
Their strength had far surpassed anything he had imagined.
If they kept fighting, it was only a