Immediately, the elderly man followed Su Tu, quietly standing behind him, just like the most ordinary old servant.
The terrifying net that originally intersected, blocking Su Tu's way, instantly shattered with his steps forward, turning into a sky full of dust, as if welcoming him with fireworks.
Lokara slightly bowed his body, silently standing behind Su Tu, seemingly unintentionally looking back.
Those aged eyes imperceptibly swept over the other two Red Eye Race Venerables, the gaze hollow, like an endless void, yet seemingly concealing thousands of murderous intents.
The two Venerables, initially immersed in shock, suddenly returned to their senses, only to be pulled into an endless abyss in an instant.
Both of them felt a chill down their backs, cold sweat seeping from their foreheads, their breathing slightly halted at that moment.
The person before them, who could crush Venerables like ants, could only be a Daoist Master or even an existence above the Daoist Master!!
