The figure, cloaked in a black robe, concealed his body, with a golden mask on his face.
Holding a long sword that glimmered with a crimson light, it was evident that the strike just now was wielded by him.
Upon seeing this mysterious figure suddenly appear, everyone within Holy City was momentarily stunned, their eyes flickering with a perplexed expression as they gazed at him.
They tried deploying spiritual sense to discern who this person was, but to no avail, as a mysterious power surrounding him blocked any probe by spiritual sense.
Xiao Yifeng, upon seeing this figure, felt his heart tremble fiercely, his pupils constricting, while an emotion of familial bloodline ties stirred up within him.
"Father!"
Xiao Yifeng couldn't help but call out as he looked at this silhouette.
Even though he hadn't seen the man's face, when he saw the figure with the golden mask, his body instinctively felt an unparalleled closeness.
