"It seems a battle is inevitable!" The human saint gazed at the ancient beast-headed saint and sighed faintly, his tone brimming with endless emotion.
His body was extremely emaciated. He opened his mouth and inhaled. In just an instant, spiritual energy surged towards him from hundreds of miles around, pouring into his mouth.
His white hair fluttered in the wind. His aura began steadily climbing, like a volcano about to erupt, stirring the wind and clouds in all directions.
Beneath his loose robes, his withered body seemed unsealed, emanating a thunderous sound. It was his essence blood flowing, like peals of thunder - extremely shocking.
If not for having no other choice, the elder would not have wanted to battle this ancient saint. His current condition was not optimal. Already in his twilight years, compared to his peak there was far too great a difference.
