Half an hour later, after enjoying the spectacular spectacle of a Transformation stage monster beast undergoing a thunder tribulation, Yan Taibai wore a wide smile on his face.
At that moment, three figures approached the scene: a streak of golden light and a ball of red mist.
Inside the golden light was an elderly Daoist with the air of an immortal and the bones of a sage, a precious saber strapped to his back, a horsetail whisk in his hand, and a radiant, golden Eight Trigrams Daoist robe. At this moment, his gaze was burning and greedy as he stared at the poisonous flood dragon and the giant turtle. Not far away, in the red mist, was a pair of middle-aged twins.
Chapter 163