"The so-called cultivators are merely those who steal the wonders of heaven and earth. They are accustomed to relying on the True Qi within their bodies but often forget the innate abilities they already possess."
Old Madman's words, drifting within the Blood Mist, turned eerily ethereal, as though mocking and yet seemingly offering guidance to Long Yan.
As an overwhelming killing intent emerged to Long Yan's right, his Demon Spear merely stabbed into empty air.
"Not the right side?"
Though Long Yan was taken aback, he quickly adjusted his stance. Clearly, this was no simple matter. However, Long Yan's strike had successfully disrupted Old Madman's original attack.
"Did you sense my killing intent?"
Old Madman's voice maintained its hollow resonance. How he achieved this effect in the vast, empty Bamboo Forest was unclear. The sound echoed endlessly, yet Long Yan remained silent, as a creeping, wordless fear slowly clawed its way to his heart.
