But it was at that very moment.
A low sigh came from the depths of the Kuafu Clan's territory.
The sigh was not loud, yet the instant it rang out, the hundred-zhang giant phantom behind Pan Yue abruptly froze.
The power of blood and vitality that had been soaring into the skies seemed to be pressed down by an invisible hand, and in the blink of an eye, it was forcibly driven back into Pan Yue's body.
At the same time.
The Demonic Essence around Xuan Shi and the other Demon Cultivators besieging Hu Meier also shuddered violently.
The Black Bell in that Demon Cultivator's hand fell abruptly silent.
Within the formation, the strange aura that had originally been targeting Hu Meier retreated swiftly like the tide.
"Hm?"
The sudden change made Xuan Shi's pupils contract slightly.
Before anyone could react.
An aged figure appeared silently in the field.
The newcomer was likewise tall, only compared with Pan Yue, he had a few less edges and a few more shades of steadiness and weight.
He wore coarse hemp clothes, with white hair and beard.
Standing there, he was like an ancient mountain that had existed for no one knew how many years.
No heaven-shaking, earth-shattering aura could be seen around him, yet merely by appearing, he made the hearts of everyone present sink at the same time.
Su Shi'er's gaze shifted slightly, his expression growing ever more grave.
The old man before him was absolutely no ordinary existence.
Just from that sigh a moment ago, which had simultaneously hindered the attacks of Pan Yue, Xuan Shi, and the others, one could tell that his cultivation strength was definitely unfathomable.
"Greetings, Great Elder!"
Pan Yue's expression changed slightly. He hurriedly reined in the blood and vitality around him and bowed to