Hundreds of tortoise-shell boats, tens of thousands of desperate outlaws, were all cautiously retreating, carefully putting distance between themselves and the man with flowing long hair.
A pillar of dark golden light surged with brilliant streams.
Dao patterns condensed into a dragon that coiled around the man’s body.
His face was surrounded by shifting colors and lights—only those with sufficiently strong cultivation and sharp eyesight could barely make out his features.
His appearance was gaunt, with three wisps of long beard.
His entire being radiated Dao resonance.
He was tall and slender, carrying the aura of an ancient pine tree.
The giant hand from the Five Finger Mountain, transformed, its palm over a hundred zhang wide, trembled slightly.
In the center of the palm was a golden orb the size of over ten zhang, formed from some twenty thousand desperate outlaws.
Black tendrils of qi continuously rose from the orb, then quickly dissipated into the dark golden light.
These more than twenty thousand outlaws cultivated various methods, some high, some low; the majority practiced demonic and evil arts.
Their refined blood essence and magical power contained vast, chaotic evil energy.