The space cracked like broken glass, and three figures slowly stepped out, accompanied by a dazzling golden light.
The old man at the front of the group wore a dark purple Bagua Daoist robe, with a star pattern embroidered on the bottom. Every step he took, a pale gold rune would appear beneath his feet.
Her face was wrinkled, and her hair was snow white, but it was tied with a dark green bamboo hairpin.
His eyes were half open, looking like he was asleep but not completely, but the occasional flash of light in them made the heretical cultivators below feel as if they were being pierced by thousand year old ice.
He held a staff with a dragon head in his hand. The dragon’s eyes were two dark red gems, with a faint blood-red light flowing through them. When the stick touched the ground, ripples spread out in the void.
What was most terrifying was the aura that radiated from him, like an ancient, desolate abyss, seemingly calm, but harboring a terrifying power to devour everything.
The burly middle-aged man who followed him had a completely different style.
He was bare-chested, his bronze skin covered in hideous scars, each scar resembling a lurking dragon, his muscles bulging like iron, filled with explosive power.
He just stood there, and the space around him made cracking sounds as if it was about to collapse.
The middle-aged man wore black animal skin trousers, with a broken knife hanging from his waist. The knife was pitch black and dull, but it emitted a murderous aura that made even the soul tremble.
His face was rugged, with thick eyebrows that stood straight up. Its big round eyes were fixed on David, filled with undisguised greed and violence, like an ancient beast that had seen its prey.
The last beautiful woman to appear had a frightening appeal.
She wore a fiery red long dress, the bottom of which was embroidered with golden spider lilies, and a delicate fragrance wafted with her as she walked, alluring and mesmerizing.
Her beauty is unmatched; her skin was as white as snow, her eyebrows were like distant mountains, and her peach blossom-like eyes were watery, as if capable of dripping water, but deep within those eyes hid a cold killing intent, like a poisonous snake sticking out its tongue.
Her hair was pitch black and shiny, held in a bun with a blood red jade hairpin, with several strands of hair falling beside her cheeks, adding a sinister feel to her appearance.
He played with the blood-red bell in his hand. Every time it was gently shaken, the bell emitted a seductive, soul-piercing sound, causing many low-level cultivators to cover their ears and groan in pain.
The moment these three appeared, the spiritual energy of the entire world seemed to freeze. The terrifying pressure of the ninth level of the Loose Immortal Realm descended like the Milky Way from the sky, making it difficult for all living creatures below to even breathe.
FAQ Novel
Q: What is the primary focus of this chapter?
A: This chapter introduces a new and significant threat, intensifying the situation around David.
Q: How does David react to the escalating danger?
A: David senses the powerful new arrivals and prepares for a major confrontation, advising allies to prepare.
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