Chapter 67: Battle (1)

"It's here, so fast!"

Lin Yuan's spirit sank instantly to the bottom of the valley.

The eerie laughter sounded beside his ear, and the reckless, ever-blowing chilling wind made him extremely alert.

It was this special chilling wind that almost froze his soul to death initially.

A soft tapping sound.

With a step landing, an elderly man with dark skin, skeletal and gaunt, appeared at the entrance of the hall.

His figure was small and emaciated, like a dead tree long deprived of rain and dew. His face was deathly pale, his eye sockets deep-set, and a pair of pitch-black pupils emitted a chilling, eerie light. Dressed in a blue Taoist robe covering his entire body, he looked extremely sinister.

Lin Yuan immediately focused all his attention on this Taoist. Despite his small stature, he concealed an extraordinarily terrifying ghostly spirit.

While Lin Yuan was on guard, the ghostly Taoist also scanned everyone present, finally fixing his gaze on Lin Yuan.