After a few breaths, the gold and black light soaring to the sky finally gradually dissipated, revealing the scene inside.
When Liu Ming saw it clearly, his face changed slightly, and his pupils shrank a bit.
He saw a man in a gray robe quietly standing in mid-air, his body enveloped by a white light shield in the shape of an ancient bell, with a cold gaze directed towards where Liu Ming was.
The surface of the white ancient bell light shield was faintly surrounded by circles of mysterious runes, emitting a warm and gentle glow. Although it didn't look thick, it gave off an impression of being solid and impregnable, having resisted the onslaught of previous torrential attacks.
The gray-robed man didn't seem completely unscathed; upon close inspection, several parts of his gray robe were torn, and one could vaguely see some scars and bloodstains.
"Very good! I didn't expect, Qi Yao, to stumble in the gutter. I truly underestimated you all, but from now on, I won't hold back."
