The old man named Yan did not directly say anything to the other party but turned his head and looked aside.
In that direction, another Foreign Race at the peak of Void realm also looked expressionlessly this way, his gaze meeting with the elder's.
The elder's pupils shrank!
This Foreign Race, aside from having rough skin and bearing green patterns, looked very similar to normal humans. He was wearing a Silver Battle Armor, full of blood-red spikes, exuding a faint bloody smell.
And this Foreign Race's gaze was extremely wooden, looking at them as if looking at a pile of corpses, emotionless.
Even at the elder's first contact with such a gaze, he shivered slightly.
The old man named Yan felt a sinking sensation in his heart.
With his experience, he naturally knew the other person had likely cultivated some extremely formidable Cultivation Technique. Otherwise, as someone of the same stage, he wouldn't have such a perception.
