"Demigods, truly formidable!"
Long Yan extended his hand to wipe away the blood from the corner of his mouth, his expression revealing a grave seriousness; his gaze pierced through the void ahead.
He already possessed the power to slay Three Divine Tribulations, but even so, there was a considerable gap compared to a Demigod. Perhaps only when he ascended to the Second Divine Calamity would he truly be able to contend with a Demigod Giant.
In the following instant, a figure in a plain robe emerged from the void in front of him, taking one step that brought him to a spot a hundred meters away from Long Yan.
It was an elderly man, around sixty years of age, with the complexion of a youth despite his white hair. Especially those eyes, bright and full of life, exuding a boundless breath from beneath his plain robe, clearly indicating he was a Demigod Strong One.
The one who acted against Long Yan was none other than this man.
