บท 938: A Ranked Sage Perished

18 elders of the Zhisheng Cliffs hovered within the chaotic battlefield.

They did not emanate any aura and their bodies were light and their actions silent. They did not pay any heed to the battlefield and had instead, hovered to where Ye Futian and the others were.

An enormous demonic beast—an orochi—headed straight for that group of elders and black mists blasted from its nine heads. The terrifying dark mist possessed Corrosion Rule power, so much so that even the air turned into mucous material.

However, none of the elders stopped at all and they continued forward. They had even shut their eyes and a formless spiritual power surrounded the space they occupied.

The black mist seemed to have been put under lockdown all of a sudden. Worse still, even the orochi sensed an incredibly dangerous aura and let out a low-pitched roar in a frenzy.