Seeing this, the man licked the corner of his parched lips; his eyes revealed a malevolent desire as shards of broken mirrors began to materialize in the atmosphere behind his back.
On their surface, crimson blood could be seen continuously oozing from the unknown, dying them with forbidding light as they filled the atmosphere with a fishy scent.
Their ominous light even fused with the mist that Leo created earlier, making them carry a hint of redness within, which unhurriedly spread toward their surroundings.
Leo, hearing this, didn't bother to reply to the other party; he only stared at the latter's face with dense killing intent.
He recognizes him as one of the cultivators that he met within the complete domain of the old man yesterday.
Back then, due to how many core formation realm beings were present at that time, he only glanced at the latter before focusing on the items on the table.
