Jiang Fan pondered deeply.
The last wisp of purple cloud mist was inhaled by a half-giant four zhang tall, clearly taller than the others.
The aura he emitted was much stronger than that of the other half-giants.
He seemed to have a physique nearing that of a Venerable!
Behind him, a vaguely three-headed and six-armed blurry shadow could be seen with the naked eye, exuding a powerful oppressive force.
What is this shadow?
How does it slightly resemble the tri-image cultivation I practice?
Jiang Fan was silently curious.
As the Great Yin Sect Master, he could not ignore the arrival of uninvited guests.
At once, he raised his voice and shouted:
"Who dares trespass into my Great Yin Sect?"
The half-giant, four zhang tall, turned his bowl-sized eyes towards Jiang Fan.
Seeing Jiang Fan's age, his brows slightly raised:
"Is there no one in the Great Yin Sect?"
"To have a mere boy in charge?"
