Taking advantage of this opportunity, Master Xuanji suddenly accelerated his pace, attempting to escape.
But in the next moment, a suffocatingly powerful aura slowly spread from the mist ahead.
Zhou Qing, who had just caught up, instantly changed his expression, with alarms going off in his heart, suddenly recalling the terrifying scene where the two Mansion Masters were hunted down that day.
At this moment, Master Xuanji was also startled, subconsciously raising his head to look.
In front, an old man in black robes slowly walked out of the mist.
Every step he took seemed to fall upon the void, not making a single sound.
Yet the surrounding air, due to his appearance, rippled with strange waves.
The old man's face was gaunt, his skin like dry bark, his eyes deeply sunken, emitting a blood-red glow.
His body exuded a thick ghostly aura, and besides that, the blood-colored large knife he held constantly dripped with thick dark blood.
