At the very instant when Lilith was about to end the Great Elder's life...
"Swish!"
A figure appeared between the two without the slightest warning!
Lilith felt her hair stand on end, instinctively retreating dozens of meters.
In that brief moment, she actually sensed a long-lost threat of death!
After steadying herself, she stared gravely at the suddenly appearing figure.
It was an elderly man with snow-white hair, his frame so thin and bent it was nearly hunched, utterly unlike the burly form typical of the Ghost Race.
Yet this seemingly frail body made Lilith feel like she was facing a formidable enemy.
"Ghost Clan Leader... You?!"
She instantly recognized who it was—a true Totem Level powerhouse!
You looked around, gazing upon the ruined Ghost Race royal city, his cloudy eyes full of confusion.
He had only secluded himself for a short while—how had the clan fallen into such a state?
As his gaze landed on Lilith, the old man's pupils shrank sharply.
"Blood Ancestor?!"
