Qin Qing looked coldly at the old man draped in a black robe, shrouded by a mist of darkness. Through the headscarf over the robe, one could vaguely see his face.
The face looked like dry bones, eerily pale, with a dense black aura emanating from it, and a green glow emerged from his eyes.
In this person, Qin Qing could hardly feel any signs of life, only a thick sense of death.
"Die!"
At that moment, the old man cloaked in grey suddenly moved.
He struck again, and a chill, gloomy wind suddenly pressed towards Qin Qing, as the White Bone Sword once again transformed into a streak of white light, slashing towards him.
This time, however, Qin Qing was fully prepared.
He wielded his Azure Dragon Spear to meet the attack head-on, its brilliance tracing a dazzling trail of azure flame through the air.
But at that instant, the old man suddenly waved his hand.
The ground in front of Qin Qing burst open, revealing a black clod, and an Earth Dragon shot out from beneath the surface.
