Beneath the night sky, a jade-green Demonic Blaze burned slowly, while above it, a demonic bell radiating dark light bobbed up and down.
Before the jade-green Demonic Blaze stood a gaunt old man in blood-red robes. His hands, like withered wood, fluttered up and down, sending one seal after another into the demonic bell.
Beside the gaunt old man sat a middle-aged cultivator in a respectful posture, his gaze cold and sinister, a hideous blade scar across his face.
This man was none other than Chen Lie, the cultivator Xu Yan had entered the Ancient Ruins Battlefield to kill.
Atop the mound, Xu Yan reined in every trace of his killing intent, afraid that even the slightest leak of his aura would alert the two men ahead.
Chen Lie was easy enough to deal with. Even after several years, he was merely at the Fifth Layer of Qi Refining, and Xu Yan could destroy him with a flip of his palm. But the gaunt old man in blood-red robes gave him an unfathomable feeling.
I feel like I've seen this blood-robed old man somewhere before.
In the glow of the jade-green Demonic Blaze, both men's faces looked exceedingly sinister. The gaunt old man's features stirred a sense of familiarity in him.
Soon, Xu Yan's expression shifted slightly as he recalled the Blood-Robed Daoist he had encountered in Zhuliu City.
This man looks extremely similar to the Blood-Robed Daoist. There must be some inseparable connection between them.
At this thought, Xu Yan's expression grew considerably more serious.
Fortunately, he isn't a Foundation Establishment cultivator. Otherwise, I'd have to flee for my life.
The gulf between major cultivation realms was not so easily crossed. With his current cultivation, even if he exhausted every means at his disposal, he would have only a