Then, the milky-white light began to dissolve at an astonishing rate amidst the turmoil, as if it had never appeared, a shock to the soul.
This method was alarmingly similar to the secret voice transmissions of legendary peak powerhouses. Who on earth could it be from?
"Hmm..."
Seeing this, even Chen Fei couldn't help but narrow his eyes. At some point, his pitch-black eyes, as clear as obsidian, had turned toward a shadowy corner nearby. There, an elderly figure with white hair and a stooped back had appeared.
The old man seemed extremely aged, with only a few, sparse strands of hair like dead grass remaining on his wrinkled scalp. His facial skin was as withered as tree bark.
Yet, his expressionless figure standing silently in the dark projected an indescribable and fearsome power. Even as Chen Fei's gaze met his, he could clearly feel a fiery bright aura, like a slumbering volcano, hidden within the old man's body.
