The smell was off.
The smell was off.
The smell was off.
When Wu Tie saw that tall and lean man, towering at three hundred and sixty zhang, dressed in emperor’s robes, an alarm bell rang loudly in his heart.
Every pore on his body exploded open; his eyes shone with sharp brilliance as he fixed his gaze on the man unblinkingly.
It was just like a fierce tiger wandering in the mountain forest suddenly encountering another beast, equally matched or even more fierce.
Not a single stray thought crossed Wu Tie’s mind; his body instinctively responded in the most direct manner.
The man a hundred li away was strong, extraordinarily strong.
Moreover, his aura was off.
Compared with several innate treasures Master Hu had led them to find before, the aura on this man was even more ancient.
Yes, the aura on this man was somewhat similar to that of the Drought Demon sealed inside the Nine Dragons Coffin.
Extremely ancient, extremely weathered, extremely sacred, carrying a strange solemnity and grandeur.
So high and mighty, like an ancient god seated atop the clouds, without thought or worry, not a hint of distraction, looking down on all living beings with an eternally unchanging, worn-out mindset.