"A mere ant like you dares to ambush me?"
Xu Yunfan snorted coldly. His figure, which had been rushing forward at high speed, instantly vanished from sight.
It was a display of physical power pushed to its absolute limit, a speed that surpassed the eye's ability to track.
The next moment, he appeared like a phantom behind the massive, broken pillar where the ambusher was hiding.
A small, thin figure in a dusty gray robe, their aura obscure and difficult to read, was clutching their arm. Their face was deathly pale, and their eyes were filled with terror.
When Xu Yunfan got a clear look at the attacker, he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow slightly.
It was Daoist Master Zi Mo of the Primordial Sect, an Early-Stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator. He cultivated a pure Demon Dao True Skill, and his Demon Path Magical Power specialized in shadows, having condensed an Earth Evil Shadow Dao Foundation.
However, this Dao Foundation had set him on a narrow path.
