"Impudent!" The two men in black were furious at the sight, and the blood-red spiritual light from their storage bags glowed simultaneously as they blocked the path from both sides.
At this sword-drawn moment—
"Friend—"
An aged, chilling laugh suddenly echoed through the heavens and earth.
As the sound wave passed through, the clouds stagnated, and the flying ship's protective shield trembled slightly.
"Boom!"
Amid the void's tremor, a hunched figure stepped forth.
The elder was dressed in grayish-white hemp clothing, his emaciated fingers like eagle claws, and his nails had a bizarre bluish-black tint.
His face was etched with intersecting wrinkles, the most horrifying being his eyes—there were no pupils, only a murky gray-white, strangely rotating slowly in the eye sockets.
With the elder's approach, a suffocating pressure suddenly descended.
