He resorted to some kind of secret technique.
It was not easy to use, because it required the sacrifice of burning one's own essence blood.
The reason he resolutely chose to do so
was that among the several Foreign Heavenly Pride members suppressed by Shi Hao and others, two were his own descendants.
The effect of the secret technique was very significant.
On the way,
the disheveled old man managed to catch up to Shi Hao, Tu Wa Zi, and their group.
"A bunch of inexperienced youngsters, daring to run wild in the Alien Territory, today this wild mountain range will be where you bury your bones!"
The old man's voice was gloomy and deep as he made his move without further explanation.
In his view, none of the youngsters posing before him could match an Immortal, much less stand a chance against him.
The old man's robes flew about him, his sleeves billowing as if they were filled with a raging storm.
Behind him,
a King-level Illusion could vaguely be seen fluctuating.