In that instant, Long Yan also took out the tiger-shaped blood talisman, his expression becoming cautious.
The newcomer was undoubtedly extremely powerful, more so than the Evil Emperor and the Mad Emperor. If the visitor was malicious, Long Yan would have to rely on the protective amulet that Fat Cat left for him.
Between breaths, a figure descended from the sky and appeared before Long Yan.
"So powerful!"
Long Yan's gaze fell on the newcomer, and his expression became one of shock.
The stranger was a stout middle-aged man who was over two meters tall. His body was remarkably upright and muscular. In his resolute face, a pair of eyes were incredibly deep, boundless and vast. A mere glance seemed like it could devour someone's soul. The burly man wore a loose Taoist robe decorated with dragons and tigers, making them appear alive, especially their eyes with the unique realism.
The breath of the stout middle-aged man didn't seem restrained, but it felt fathomless to others.
