Right across from them, a burly old man in a long robe stood, glaring at them.
Duanmu Huai's arrival immediately caught the attention of the white-haired girl and the old man. Both instinctively turned their gazes toward Duanmu Huai. The old man's expression darkened even further.
"Humans? What's going on? Why would a human enter the barrier?"
He muttered to himself, then turned toward Duanmu Huai. Suddenly, as if realizing something, a sinister grin spread across his face.
"Ah, I see now. A host of the Divine Artifact? What an unexpected delight…"
"And what the hell are you supposed to be?"
Duanmu Huai's cold gaze locked onto the old man. From the horns growing atop his head and the physique that entirely differed from ordinary humans, it was clear that the old man before him was definitely no human.
"Die!"
