Mo Yang suddenly turned around and saw another old man appear there. His face was gaunt and withered. Although he did not look as terrifying as the Nameless Expert, he was just like a dried corpse, the skin on his face resembling shriveled orange peel.
"Hehe... A descendant of the Ancient God Race, yet harboring such vibrant life force. Not bad, not bad..." A series of chilling laughs came from the old man's mouth, enough to make one's scalp tingle.
Mo Yang stood in place without moving or saying anything. The Desolate Domain was vast, and with the cultivation world flourishing, too many powerful figures were lurking in the shadows. The appearance of these two old fellows was probably just the beginning.
Chapter 400