The voice of half a soul fell, and in the distant sky, there came a hearty yet full of desolation sigh.
"Why bother? Knowing certain death, why make such a fuss? If it were me, I would definitely make the wisest decision."
A figure with white hair, as he moved, left nothing but destruction in his path.
Wherever this white-haired old man went, death followed.
The cultivation of this white-haired old man was the same as that of the goatee cultivator, both reaching the seventh level of Lord.
In an instant, the two cultivators at the seventh level of Lord inside the hut in the white snowland appeared here.
When these two seventh-level Lord cultivators gathered, the oppressive force of their cultivation exuded a palpable aura that was both astonishing and slightly chilling.
Ye Feng, who was attacking the goatee cultivator, felt a bit more worry and killing intent as he looked at the appearing white-haired old man.
