What?
Someone is there!
Immediately, Niu Dali and the others became alert and started watching their surroundings.
At that moment, a mocking laugh came through, carrying a hint of sinister and eeriness.
"Worthy of being the newly promoted Saint Heir of Kunlun, your insight is indeed as good as they say, admirable, truly admirable!"
Who?
Everyone turned their heads, only to see a skinny old man in black approaching, skeletal and emaciated, but emitting an extremely terrifying aura!
Next to him stood a silver-haired young man with an innate arrogance and an indescribable sense of superiority!
"Who are you?" Ye Wudao's eyes showed surprise.
"This humble one is the third elder of the Demon Wind Hall, and this is the young master of the Demon Wind Hall—Young Master Mo Hanfeng!" the skinny old man said with a sinister laugh, introducing the silver-haired young man by his side.
Hiss!
The third elder of the Demon Wind Hall!
The young master of the Demon Wind Hall!
