"What is this?" the old man muttered, his eyes snapping open.
Poof!
But before he could make another move, his entire body dissolved into a cloud of blood-red mist.
In the next instant, the mist reassembled, restoring the old man's body as though nothing had happened. He gasped in shock, his hands trembling.
The same scene unfolded elsewhere. Within the Prince Clan, Riley set his sights on the strongest cultivator, a towering figure whose sheer presence commanded awe and submission from all around him.
The man, much like the leader of the assassin organization, was reduced to a cloud of blood fog.
Despite the protection of his longevity coffin, a powerful artifact designed to shield him from physical harm and the ravages of time, he was still utterly defenseless against Riley's divine sense.
The attack was so swift and overwhelming that he didn't even have time to react, let alone resist.
