The silver-haired elder was full of demon qi, and the blood-red sword in his hand appeared particularly mysterious, with its blood-red light flickering as if fresh blood were flowing on the sword.
The mysterious figure that emerged from the transformation of the eyeball was shrouded in darkness from head to toe, making it impossible to see his face, with only a pair of indifferent eyes clearly visible.
The silver-haired elder held his longsword, pointing at the mysterious figure, with a mocking smile on his face.
"It seems you've invested quite a bit in this boy, otherwise you wouldn't be so easily forced out by me." The silver-haired elder remarked.
"Even if you've forced me out, what can you do?" The mysterious figure responded, his tone as calm as still water, showing no concern for the elder's mockery.
"Naturally, it's to kill you." The silver-haired elder laughed, as if stating something very ordinary, but the killing intent in his words made the others present shiver.
