"Impressive," a male voice resounded. "To pressure four Emperor Realm experts alone."
From the shadows emerged eight elders, their auras deep and steady, followed by a man whose presence alone suppressed the battlefield.
Robes embroidered with ancient sigils.
The Sect Master of the Eastern Sovereign Hall,
An old man with snow-white hair tied behind his back, his eyes calm like a still lake that hid unfathomable depths.
The Blood Demon Lord laughed hoarsely.
"So you finally decided to join us."
The elders spread out, sealing escape routes.
Lin Feng rushed and returned to the formation, standing beside the two array flags.
He knew he was in trouble now. He didn't expect the whole Eastern Sovereign Hall to come to take revenge on him.
Lin Feng glared at the sect master and sneered, "You finally found the courage to come after me, huh?"
The sect master didn't deny his accusation and nodded instead:
"Yes, Lin Feng," he said with a wry smile.
