"Who?!"
A thunderclap-like roar exploded through the heart of the frozen sea of sand.
The sound wave carried the furious pressure of a Demon Venerable, slamming violently in all directions like an invisible siege hammer.
The air was forcibly compressed until it exploded. The drifting yellow sand instantly shattered into fine dust, only to be immediately confined within a tiny space by the terrifying sound wave, forming a strange, stagnant sand mist.
The White Tiger Demon Monarch did not retract its tiger claw. Instead, it swelled another circle amid its roar.
At its claw tips, five pitch-black fissures, far darker and more condensed than before, silently formed. Like the fangs of an Abyss demon, they radiated a terrifying sharpness capable of cleaving apart a minor world.
Its massive body lowered slightly, seemingly preparing to pounce. In truth, its hidden awareness swept inch by inch across a radius of a thousand zhang like the most precise radar.
Every tremor of every grain of sand, every current of Origin Qi, even the faintest ripple in space.
It wanted to uncover the hidden intruder who dared pull a tooth from the tiger's mouth.
Just then.
In the void behind the White Tiger Demon Monarch's enormous body, an exceedingly tiny "point" appeared without warning.
There was no light, no ripple. It was like an imperceptible pinprick lightly poked through a canvas.
A figure emerged from that insignificant "point," without even the slightest fluctuation of energy.
It was as though he had been sleeping there all along, only now receiving a final stroke from an invisible painter.
His movements flowed like drifting clouds and running water, utterly natural, as though he and that stretch of space had been one since time immemorial.
His azure Daoist robe, patterned with cloud motifs, was simple and unadorned. His