A man with long black hair came out of the red mist, wearing an ancient red robe with it. His face was ghastly pale as if he had never come out of his house in his lifetime. The Ancient Alchemist looked around just like the other spirits did before stopping at Tang Shaoyang and nodded his head.
Zara was about to fly toward Yu, but Tang Shaoyang held her back. "There's no need for you to fight, Zara. He is not a fighter but an alchemist."
The Angel of Death stopped her track and looked at the long-haired man. "Are you sure about that? I think he's pretty strong for a non-fighter." She was suspicious as she could feel the strong aura emanated from the long-haired man.
