Black Dragon Divine Guard's main hall.
Third Elder sat dazedly in the grand chair. Half the night had passed, yet his face still bore the terrified look of someone questioning his entire life.
He could not believe that the once-glorious Black Dragon Divine Guard had been slaughtered in the blink of an eye. What should have been an opportunity to cling to the Divine Palace had suddenly become a massacre that wiped out the sect.
His life had nearly collapsed, and his face was already ashen.
Just when all hope had turned to ashes.
Suddenly!
A terrifying pressure rushed straight at him, turning the chill of dawn into a bone-piercing cold!
Third Elder felt a cold wind shoot up his back, making every hair stand on end!
Boom!
A dreadful might swept through the hall with the gale. Even he found it difficult to withstand; his beard and hair whipped wildly in the wind, while his face was filled with helpless strain and panic.
Before Third Elder could steady himself.
The gale suddenly subsided.
Void Ripples had already spread through the hall, and two figures stepped out, one after the other.
The man in front carried an air of elegance. With his hands behind his back, he slowly approached. He made no movement at all, yet an overwhelming pressure radiated from him, a terror that not even Lord Yao of old could compare to.
It was a pressure from an entirely different level!
Without speaking a word, he seemed to hold the momentum of heaven and earth in his grasp. Wherever he went, all living beings yielded before him!
At the very first sight of him.
Third Elder was so frightened that he hurriedly rose to his feet, his throat even working nervously.
Then he saw the old man behind