The gray-robed elder frowned, not daring to speak.
Yang Yan raised an eyebrow, giving a cold snort: "I wonder how these two have offended you, to warrant your pursuit to this point."
Suddenly, a cold gleam flashed in the gray-robed elder's eyes, and a green beam shot towards Yang Yan.
Almost simultaneously, his figure abruptly transformed into a green mist, darting away towards the forest.
At this moment, the only thought in his mind was to escape.
Even though he knew the chance was slim, it was better than surrendering to slaughter.
Because he had long heard of Yang Yan's reputation and knew this person's character.
Now that he had encountered him, it was truly unavoidable.
Therefore, he had to fight no matter what!
Moreover, he had already made up his mind that even if only his Primordial Spirit escaped, he must take the gamble.
