The Immortal Lord's voice carried a sense of intimidation, coupled with his eerie laughter, resembling a ghostly wail. Even without making a move against you, he already made your heart pound, leaving you unsure of how to respond.
The old man clenched his teeth, watching as the last person beside him was caught by the Immortal Lord, drained of Inner Strength, his face also turning red, as if seething with anger. Yet, he did not turn to flee, instead, he stood there fixing his gaze on the Immortal Lord, his eyes full of venomous light, seeming to brim with hatred toward him.
