Heh, heh, heh.
The laughter echoed like rusty iron scraping across a stone slab, sending a chill straight down one's spine.
Before anyone could react, a figure suddenly materialized out of thin air in the empty space above the plaza.
It was an old man draped in tattered gray robes, his hair unkempt and hanging wildly over his face like a curtain of dead weeds. Only a pair of turbid, yellowish eyes gleamed from within the mess, staring fixedly down at the crowd below with a sickening, predatory hunger.
"Who goes there?!"
An elder of the sect shouted in anger, stepping forward as a surge of powerful cultivation pressure erupted from his body, slamming outward like a physical wall.
Yet the old man in rags merely sneered, not even bothering to lift his head. He flicked a crooked finger casually into the empty air.
Crack.
The sound of shattering glass echoed instantly across the entire mountain peak. The mighty wave of pressure released by the sect elder vanished into nothingness as if it had hit an invisible abyss, and the elder himself staggered backward three steps, a mouthful of dark blood spurting from his lips.
Silence fell over the plaza. The expressions of the surrounding cultivators shifted dramatically, all color draining from their faces.
With just a casual flick of a finger, he had instantly suppressed an elder of the peak realm. Just what kind of terrifying monster had descended upon them?
"Heh... all these juicy little lives gathered in one place," the old man muttered hoarsely, licking his dry, cracked lips with a tongue that looked like a strip of withered leather. "Such wonderful nourishment. None of you are going anywhere today."
The rescue operation had ended, and Huang Yi, as the Commander, no longer needed to keep the