"What is this...?"
The newcomer was an elderly man, around fifty years old, thin and frail-looking. His gloomy gaze resembled that of a venomous snake, making it clear that he was no ordinary person.
Long Yan stared at the suddenly appearing thin old man, his eyes constricting. The thin old man was a Nine Turned Emperor Realm strong one.
Such a cultivation base on the Southern Wasteland Continent made him an absolute powerhouse.
"Young Master, are you all right?"
The Ghost asked Feng Wu respectfully.
"I'm fine."
Feng Wu shook his head slightly, secretly breathing a sigh of relief.
If it weren't for the Ghost arriving in time, he might have already died at Long Yan's hands.
The breath of the Nine Suns Melting Furnace made him suffocate.
"Kid, die!"
The Ghost's gaze landed on Long Yan's body, and with a grasp of his five fingers, he immediately grabbed at Long Yan. The overbearing power surged out, directly controlling space.
"Not good!"
