Faced with such power, the old man's eyes were bloodshot and horrified.
He finally understood why the blood-colored mist had blocked the young man from their view.
An existence that controlled both demonic energy and the light of reincarnation. What right did the Heavenly Dao have to examine such a monstrous person?
More importantly, how could such a person be born in the Kunlun Mountains?
He wanted to run away and report this to the others, but the aura of death had already enveloped him.
As Ye Chen charged toward the old man, his eyes were blood-red and incomparably cold. The moment their eyes met, it was as if an ancient war god was looking down on an ant.
Naturally, Ji Siqing also noticed the change in Ye Chen. Her mouth was slightly agape, and her face was filled with disbelief.
