Yi Chen's body plummeted, striking the hard stone paving and scattering debris across the ground.
He lay facedown and spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turning as pale as paper.
A sweet, metallic taste rose in Yi Chen's throat.
He struggled to his feet and staggered away.
Whoosh!
The gray-robed old man appeared out of thin air in front of Yi Chen, swinging his longsword down at him once again.
Yi Chen's face was bloodlessly pale. His pupils contracted slightly as he watched the descending sword aura. He no longer had even the strength to resist and could only watch helplessly as it slashed toward him.
Boom!
At that moment, with his life hanging by a thread, a dazzling golden light suddenly flared, blocking the gray-robed old man.
The gray-robed old man stopped in his tracks.
His eyes were icy as he stared fixedly at the golden barrier. The sword aura in his hand flickered, and he slashed at it again, but the golden barrier blocked him once more without suffering the slightest damage.
The gray-robed old man's face darkened, his eyes brimming with venom.
"Hmph, you think you can stop me?" The gray-robed old man snorted coldly and vanished again. He reappeared beside Yi Chen and drove his sword through his chest, sending blood spurting out.
Thud!
Yi Chen crashed heavily to the ground, the heart in his chest almost ceasing to beat.
He looked at the gray-robed old man, a trace of despair in his eyes. "Who exactly are you?"
"Me? Heh..." A mocking look crossed the gray-robed old man's face. "Who am I? A member of the Demon Race, of course! Hahahaha..."
The gray-robed old man's laughter rang with brazen arrogance, making the skin crawl.
"The Demon Race? How could you be here?" Yi Chen